The sunsets here must be some of the best in the world. The setting sun catches Loch Morar and its amazing islands. The Arisaig to Morar coast is beyond. The Islands of Eigg and Rum fall into the haze up to 20 miles across the sea.

Poem.

 

Salmon-pink sky, silhouetted headlands and an islanded, silver-studded lake branded by the sun.

Five and twenty miles away, virtually lost in the evening ozone, the islands of Eigg and Rum fade upwards in the glare, to oblivion.

 

Here on the northern slopes of Morar, sheep graze, unmindful of the blinding, dazzling sunset.

Pine-fringed islands lead the eye sea-wards where a two mile river gushes the lake into Morar Bay – a white-sand haven.

Here at a five hundred foot elevation the path turns northwards linking Morar – a nearly fjord, to Nevis, a real fjord.

 

Mountains interspersed by east-west stretches of sea-water typify this remarkable coastline.

Bounded by fifty beaches and islands the perspectives are breath-taking at every twist and turn.

 

A shimmering haze suspends the senses, time seems to slow and the moment stretches, like Dali-esque “floppy” clocks.

Space, time and reality blur and merge, soothing the senses.

The moment passes, but for that moment,

Karma, Nirvana, Paradise.

 

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