Achiltibuie
The green slopes of the croft reach out to the Summer Isles the Hebrides blue beyond behind black mountains stand guard over the bay in summer twilight reflected islands change hues with evening glow on the shore beyond the ancient graveyard a skeleton a wooden boat still clings to ropes and nets disintegrating with the light on the headland crofts embrace the sheep that once tore the land with tears.
That is so lovely Christine x