A last photo of where we stayed. Part of an ugly cold war radar base that was abandoned soon after it was built and taken over as a craft village by the local people.

The last morning the sun was out leaving a lasting perfect view from the garden and the derelict crofters cottage.

Rocky cliffs and a little cave. The action of the sea and wind left the rocks covered in tiny spikes, like the shell of some sea creature.

Beach tendrils.

The dusk half light seem to refect perfectly from the little rills and streams running through the beach into the sea.