Cristiano Busato
When the night has not yet said the last word.
It's 6 A.M., I take this photo from the Uig campsite, a pretty tiny village in the north-east of the Isle of Skye from which ferries depart to other islands of the Outern Hebrides such as Harris and Lewis.
The external thermometer marks 11 ° and the air is unusually calm, just a light breeze in a place where the wind beats every day that God sends to Earth.
A few minutes later we will leave for Neist Point one of the most suggestive headlands in Scotland with an isolated lighthouse that overlooks the ocean at the end of a cliff.
In that place that awaits us a few tens of kilometers away, a handful of hours later the sunny weather will suddenly change into a storm like never before I have ever seen up there.
When the night has not yet said the last word.
It's 6 A.M., I take this photo from the Uig campsite, a pretty tiny village in the north-east of the Isle of Skye from which ferries depart to other islands of the Outern Hebrides such as Harris and Lewis.
The external thermometer marks 11 ° and the air is unusually calm, just a light breeze in a place where the wind beats every day that God sends to Earth.
A few minutes later we will leave for Neist Point one of the most suggestive headlands in Scotland with an isolated lighthouse that overlooks the ocean at the end of a cliff.
In that place that awaits us a few tens of kilometers away, a handful of hours later the sunny weather will suddenly change into a storm like never before I have ever seen up there.