Next week I return to these beautiful shores to begin work on a new project.
A place I’ve travelled before but this time look forward to bringing fresh eyes. These Outer Hebrides steeped in melancholic and often mysterious history. Places echoing the past. If you close your eyes and listen hard enough to the ever present westerly wind and have your mind facing the right way, you can hear those generations gone. Yet when your eyes open once more only the land is there, just as it was then and will be after you are long gone. What a place to fill your lungs.