Along these mist shrouded tidal waters people have fought for the heart of the kingdom since time began. Those who knew the patterns and moods of the waters had an advantage which left them winning, sometimes despite overwhelming numbers against them. Once the mist closed in you were lost, or you were perfectly hidden to move and pounce at will. Mananans gifts were many, and his followers ruled these waves.
Mist forces us into the present in a beautiful way, mesmerising us with what we can see, and blocking the distance and the future. To move through mist we need to find trust.
For our fact lovers these are the rest of the photos taken from the shore of Culross on the Firth of Forth in Central Scotland. It was late afternoon and the freezing mist parted just in time for the setting sun. Rocks and islands out in the Firth suddenly became visible in pools of mist shrouded light, and sea birds could be seen winging their way home.