BlaBheinn, Red Cuillins of Skye, Sleat Peninsula, Sound of Sleat and a "tombolo" beach at Portnaluchaig near Morar and Arisaig
Commentary.
A snow-white tombolo of sand spans the rocky skerries
near Arisaig at Portnaluchaig.
The warm Gulf Stream lapping on to the brilliant shell-sand beaches makes for a myriad of aquamarine bays hyphenated by darker azure blues where submarine rocks and fronds of seaweed break the shallow sandy bed.
Emerald hills and fields fall gracefully to the sea, some capped by pine-fringed sand-dunes.
The sharp Sgurr of Eigg, the undulating volcanic hills of Rum and the serrated horse-shoe of the Black Cuillins make for a stunning backcloth to this stunning coastline.
Made immortal in films like “Local Hero,” this coastal fringe is simply unforgettable.
On a blue-sky day like this in April’s Spring, in an autumnal or winter storm or in the golden hours of a north-western sunset, this place engraves its magic into one’s psyche and soul in an irresistible and everlasting way.
Like McIntyre, you have to return.
I sat in the sand-dunes on 12/04/2018 and drank in its beauty and peace.
My cup runneth over…..
And so will yours!
BlaBheinn, Red Cuillins of Skye, Sleat Peninsula, Sound of Sleat and a "tombolo" beach at Portnaluchaig near Morar and Arisaig
Commentary.
A snow-white tombolo of sand spans the rocky skerries
near Arisaig at Portnaluchaig.
The warm Gulf Stream lapping on to the brilliant shell-sand beaches makes for a myriad of aquamarine bays hyphenated by darker azure blues where submarine rocks and fronds of seaweed break the shallow sandy bed.
Emerald hills and fields fall gracefully to the sea, some capped by pine-fringed sand-dunes.
The sharp Sgurr of Eigg, the undulating volcanic hills of Rum and the serrated horse-shoe of the Black Cuillins make for a stunning backcloth to this stunning coastline.
Made immortal in films like “Local Hero,” this coastal fringe is simply unforgettable.
On a blue-sky day like this in April’s Spring, in an autumnal or winter storm or in the golden hours of a north-western sunset, this place engraves its magic into one’s psyche and soul in an irresistible and everlasting way.
Like McIntyre, you have to return.
I sat in the sand-dunes on 12/04/2018 and drank in its beauty and peace.
My cup runneth over…..
And so will yours!