The rain and clouds had gathered early in the morning, and the day had threatened to be grey and dark. However, here on the tip of Skye, even this dim cloud filtered light seemed to shimmer. Surrounded by soft light and rolling waves the wilderness of the ocean washed up in full drama on this remote edge of earth. There is something very arresting about this view which makes you stop for a while, bathed in the sounds and colours of the sea, and the soft white beach.
It was the end of the day, and this spot on the shores of Loch Scavaig is well known for its beautiful photogenic sunsets. This time however I was alone, apart from the langoustine fishers unloading their catch. The flat cloud filtered light had seemed unpromising, and Elgol is a 15 mile drive along single track roads, and so no one else had come to watch. There was no dramatic red burst sunset, but the soft silver light and the lid of clouds across the Coullin made for a wonderful emotive experience. The restless waves told tales of loss and tears, of drowned swans and Viking shipwrecks, of sailors lost to the sea. A mother stood where I sat, day after day hopelessly praying her son and husband would be returned to her arms. Only the seals and their tearless deep eyes looked back blankly.
You can find yourself in all this space if you’re only willing to pause and look. The mountains and the waves can unweave knots which have gathered deep in your soul. Everything can find perspective and scale among all this majestic drama. Just breathe and watch and wait….