Contours of Mull (the word is Sehnsucht, I'm not showing off, but if I am it's still cool and so am I)

single track roads


A fish and chip van in Tobermory with a routier award.
The best.


Tobermory

Moon hills

Beach at Calgary

butterfly

Dunroamin'?

seagull

Mull

A shadow on the hillside. Much of the island is uninhabited. No sound but from the lambs.

The beach at Calgary where, this morning, I saw the footprints of deer who come down from the hills in the night to feed on the rich pasture of the machair. My footprints too, walking into the clear water.

Is this an oxymoron? Moving on again tomorrow, back to the mainland, to Ardnamurchan, then home. There are places you pass through that live inside you forever. You don't know until you have left them.