I ROLLED OFF THE CALEDONIAN MACBRAYNE FERRY HAVING SPENT A LOVELY FEW DAYS EXPLORING THE INNER HEBRIDEAN ISLANDS OF ISLAY AND JURA,.. THE KINTYRE PENINSULAR WAS VEILED FLAT MATT AS I WOUND MY WAY ALONG THE NARROW ROAD, DAMP FROM AFTERNOON RAIN, ITS COURSE, NEVER VENTURING TOO FAR FROM THE WATERS EDGE. I PARKED AND WALKED TOWARDS A SMALL FLAT ROCKY BEACH, DRIED SEAWEED LITTERED THE ASPHALT. I COULD SEE THE OUTLINE OF THE “PAPS OF JURA” (TWO MODEST BUT NOTABLE PEAKS DEFINING THE ISLAND OF JURA), SLUMBERING ON THE DISTANT HORIZON. I STOOD THERE CROUCHED ON THE BEACH IN THE FADING LIGHT, LOOKING THROUGH THE LENS OF MY HASSELBLAD ONLY A FOOT OR SO FROM THE WATERS EDGE. THE TIDE WAS COMING IN, IT GENTLY MASSAGED TWO ROCKS FILLING THE BOTTOM OF MY SQUARE FRAME, THE ISLANDS SILHOUETTE TENDED THE UPPER…
COLIN I HOMES
