Drifting Elgol by foot - Scavaig on a wild turn, Sgurr na Stri & Port Sgaile distant, open ocean Sou'west - It's so often a bottleneck for professional weather along here. Weather that rattles your jacket out along the remote Bella jetty. Storms that throw spray up into Blà Bheinn & place pebbles in the shere honeycombs of Jurassic sediment...Today, the wind made the dog put his hair on backwards...& turned seabirds inland. You climb & boulder out here but you do so peacefully, leaving numbers in the caress of those with unquiet minds. Out here you move your feet around the arc of a wave as you negotiate a hand movement on the stone. Out along the Ealaghol stomp, movements symmetry & raw element is strong, ever present, & watched over by giants.

Leaves have started to turn & fall across the island... Deep Coire Lagan winter sessions are not far away & even people that pull V15, stomp empty shores in leaky boots, with dog biscuits in their pockets...