A little piece of paradise. The Arisaig/Morar coast at Portnaluchaig looking to the Cuillins of Skye.
Poem.
Blue horizons, tipped by island mountain ridges
and a ripple of fair weather clouds.
Shallow waters, revealing bays and beaches of silver-white sand.
Bars, sand-spits and tombolos bridge a myriad of rocky islets.
Not so “Local Heroes,” holidaying in a landscape where the Caribbean meets “Harry Potter.”
What a legacy this western coast possesses.
Arisaig to Morar.
The white-sand and blue-ocean heaven.
A little piece of paradise. The Arisaig/Morar coast at Portnaluchaig looking to the Cuillins of Skye.
Poem.
Blue horizons, tipped by island mountain ridges
and a ripple of fair weather clouds.
Shallow waters, revealing bays and beaches of silver-white sand.
Bars, sand-spits and tombolos bridge a myriad of rocky islets.
Not so “Local Heroes,” holidaying in a landscape where the Caribbean meets “Harry Potter.”
What a legacy this western coast possesses.
Arisaig to Morar.
The white-sand and blue-ocean heaven.