The splendid "White Sands of Morar," and River Morar, Lochaber, Inverness-shire, Scotland.
Poem.
Tree-fringed estuary on a bright blue-sky day, late in May.
Where river gushes to the shore, lined with glistening shell-sand that contrasts brilliantly with the greens and blues of the foliage, sea and sky.
Gentle coastal bay, sheltered from the Atlantic flows of wave and wind by rocky headlands.
Provides a safe-haven for yachts but bathers must beware of river currents!
Like the swooping gull, volcanic peaks of the Black Cuillin peer over at this idyllic scene of peace, calm and serenity.
A secret corner – where time slows and tension falls like the white grains of sand through one’s fingers.
The splendid "White Sands of Morar," and River Morar, Lochaber, Inverness-shire, Scotland.
Poem.
Tree-fringed estuary on a bright blue-sky day, late in May.
Where river gushes to the shore, lined with glistening shell-sand that contrasts brilliantly with the greens and blues of the foliage, sea and sky.
Gentle coastal bay, sheltered from the Atlantic flows of wave and wind by rocky headlands.
Provides a safe-haven for yachts but bathers must beware of river currents!
Like the swooping gull, volcanic peaks of the Black Cuillin peer over at this idyllic scene of peace, calm and serenity.
A secret corner – where time slows and tension falls like the white grains of sand through one’s fingers.