Join us for a while ...

In the Westhaven dunes just beyond the Fishermen's huts, and the fishing gear, and the boats, and the colourful tractors this wooden bench can be found. The sun had come out during lunchtime. It had become warm and the seat was dry when Maeve the Deerhound and I wandered along the shore. The tide was high and the small waves were breaking close by on the soft sand below the dunes.

We decided to stop ...
I sat, and Maeve stood (as is her way) and we looked out to sea.
There were no ships today, nor fishing boats.
So, we looked out to sea.
Soon we thought, we will be heading West, and not so long after that North ... far North ...
So we listened for a while to the sea, and to Runrig, and to Capercaillie ... and we looked out to sea ... and we dreamed ...

From the lone shieling of the misty island
Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas;
Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland,
And we, in dreams, behold the Hebrides.