Death, a place feared by most, is given a beautiful home here beneath the sacred mountains of Skye. Lapped by the eternally shifting tides and glittering waves of the ocean, and folded softly beneath a buttercup sea. The soft green quilt of the earth tucks in thousands of years of ancestral bones, which lie together in the good company of each other. They whisper together through the restless leaves of the trees, moving between this world and the next, carrying their wisdom to share with those who would listen. The carved stones mark only the fresher layers of the people who have passed through life in this corner of the earth, and they rest now among kith and kin. What a mountain of stories and knowledge lie here in the flower mound of bones. What a beautiful place of death.