Storm passes on the Isle of Lewis beaches Mealasta and Mangersta. It’s a wild coastline exposed to Altlantic ocean and storms, yet still the sun shone. I was lucky to experience changing weather systems as beach transitioned from sunshine to rain/sleet/storm/sunset.
Scarp is a small now uninhabited island. It lies just 200m at low tide from Harris on the west coast, near Hushinish. On the path to a beach I bumped into a couple who told me the story of its postal service by the pioneering German rocketeer Gerhard Zucker.
Road? It’s really a 12 mile single track “B” grade metalled or tarred road to an alcove of unspoilt Harris beauty. Hushinish the most westerly point on Harris and Lewis emits a contented solitude that envelops. Your worries calm, soaking in a landscape as devils fall from the shoulder. Inhale and rejuvenate over and over. The back is straight. Head rises as eyes blink clear, lungs fill then walk anew. Carrying no burden. Becoming a sprite upon the beach.