Poet Seamus Heaney dies aged 74. R.I.P.

Enchanted Forest. Shiedaig.

 

An Sgurr. (Divided Reality).

We squelched the muddy track like imps

leaping from rock to rock

bog to bog, mudlarks in the wild,

peering through mist for a fleeting glimpse

of the long forgotten world,

where sun and moon ride the tides of reason.

Up here on the windswept heights

of An Sgurr, we entered an ancient province

where ravens rule the towers of pitchstone

and the swirling mist lifts its veil begrudgingly

allowing you to glimpse the treasures below:

the golden strands of curving sand,

the jewel encrusted sea, where Poseidon

reaps a harvest of new-born sparkling stars,

the hollow shore and the clonter of pebbles,

restless hills and rocky isles, slumbering

among the perpetual caress of lapping waves.

Then mist and rain once more,

the icy touch of reality

and the journey back through the ages,

to a waiting boat by the jetty and a voyage

across the Sound of Arisaig:

the rise and fall and swell of the surf,

the white horses tossing their manes,

clamorous gulls calling out the names

of lost souls on the salty air,

a final glimpse of An Sgurr

on the dark horizon.

Series One Land Rover spotted in Scotland.

Auxiliary Fire Service. A.F.S.

Evening casts its shadows over Arisaig.

 

Rambling on the shores of Arisaig.

The many colours of the rocky and sandy shoreline are just amazing.

The summit of Sgurr an t -Sasunnaich.

 

Not a very high mountain but the views of Arisaig are stunning. From this point I spotted my first sea eagle. At last!

The Stone Breaker. Isle of Rum.

 

Lobster pots at Arisaig, Scotland.