The blue burn winds its way slowly through the peat bogs in a lazy, serpentine path. But when it approaches the sea it quickly carves a channel through the sand dunes, and then runs merrily across the beach and into the ocean, happy to have reached its destination at last.
At the point where it reaches the beach there are many large boulders, which have been tumbled into place over the years. These form hazardous stepping stones, but make excellent perches for Algy and the other birds. Algy loves to sit on these rocks, listening to the happy sound of the water as it skips and jumps around him, and gazing across the beach into the west …
Listen to the sounds of the burn around Algy’s perch on the rocks.
I love these sounds too Algy…
The Hill of the Red Fox looking foxier than usual.
(Hill of the Red Fox, or ‘Sgùrr a’ Mhadaidh Ruaidh’ - Trotternish Ridge, Northern Skye)
Mountain burn, Torrin, Isle of Skye.
Blaven rugged, in spite of the white shawl.
The Fairie Pools, Isle of Skye.
Here’s the other side of nature. You’re used to seeing beautiful soft and appealing photos of the northwest of Scotland from me, majestic mountains and serene scenes. Today you’re looking at Cluanie, a river angry and violent. In another photo it was in the process of taking out a centuries old stone bridge. This is also Scotland - wild, untameable and very powerful. Too much rain in too short a time and this is the result. Nature strikes its own balance and we can only shelter and watch.
(All credit to John Stoddart)
Frank Heumann is on his way to Skye. The road north, ahhh…that phrase gets me every time. I want to be happy for him; he takes fabulous photos (he took this one of Buchaille, just coming into Glencoe) and I enjoy them, they make many people happy…. It’s not quite working though because I just want to be there, not to look at photos, beautiful and worthy of admiration but to see, smell, touch everything until my eyes grow full, my heart even fuller and I am replete. Can you take it “Mings” or has it tipped you over the edge? ”Kymali,” not so long for you now…