That magical line where surf and rock collide. The Scottish coast offers the same remoteness of the Highland mountains but in a totally different context. Coastal wildlife abounds and echoes of communities past abandoned in some past era still rouse the soul and excite the senses.

I have walked alone the ragged beaches, the white wind clutching my bones. The vaulting black cliffs have glistened wetly to my trembling hand, and yet, I have drunk from this broken cup of experience, for as those before me so came I borne of wisdom and experience.