Walking headlong into gale force wind along narrow roads through salt sea air and rain- treading carefully over cattle grids then briskly along causeway that separates loch from sea.... lined with seaweed and scattered driftwood- the odd fish box overturned boats and perished remains of netting left by fishermen.
Higher ground rises above causeway to looming headland over Bluemull Sound where seagulls' calls echo in high winds and curlews' cries ripple in waves like a stone in a pond. Puffins ride on swirling currents descending to pause on cliff ledges.
Afternoon turns to evening haze as mist closes in low when rain increases lessening visibility. Ferry lights are seen moving in to port under steel-grey sky where traffic unloads and dockers prepare the next island crossing. Curlews' cries fade as traffic drives on.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers