When there is a sizeable swell sweeping into Loch Bracadale, #IsleOfSkye, there is a corner in the coastline near Fiscavaig, where fun times can be enjoyed. I love the sweep and pull of the inrushing waves, followed by the resounding boom as they bounce off the back wall, followed by a seemingly confused melee of white, aerated water. The 15 year old within me finds this spot immeasurably enjoyable.
There's a wonderful sea cave on the coastline between Fiscavaig and Talisker Bay, which I love popping into when I'm passing. The other day, there was a lazy swell which created resonating and visceral booms, emanating from a pitch black tunnel - the drums of the deep.
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Life for me, is enhanced by playfulness. Luckily, now I’m in my sixties, I feel I have permission to be that rather quirky older bloke. It’s also a way in which I continue to keep myself active, stretch myself and continue to explore the world around me.
Here at the top of the island of Oronsay, Loch Bracadale, Skye.
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I live over there! Skye keeps on giving. A gorgeous walk from Orbost searching for the remains of an Iron Age round house.
I’m truly blessed to live in a stunning location. Walking up the road from the house to gaze out over this view, certainly eases any troubled thoughts I’m having.
It’s really lovely to be back on Skye. There’s this bank a few metres up the road from our house which is looking heatherly glorious at the moment.
Wonderful family time down south this week. Wedding then visiting. Lovely to spend time with my daughter who is doing great things.
Somewhere completely different for me this weekend. Down in Amble, Northumberland, for my nephew’s wedding. It’s all happily lovely.
Always inquisitive! I love paddling into sea caves whenever I come across them. I have this joyful feeling of exploring somewhere few have seen. It’s a visceral experience where the sounds and the atmosphere reverberate through me, always with a wariness and a smidgeon of fear. It’s the unknown. Even if a cave becomes familiar to me. The sea state is rarely the same and the height of the tide determines the nature of the moment. I’ve been paddling for over forty years and I continue to find joy and wonder in these experiences.























