Back to The West coast of Scotland for these Skywatch pics. This in Scotland is what's known as the gloaming. A much better word than sunset I think. This was taken on an evening drive back to Gairloch from Applecross. The island across the sea is either Raasay or Skye, not sure which.
This lighthouse was at the end of a drive along the tightest single track road I've EVER been on. It was unbelievably narrow. One sheep was enough to block it. Some of the clifftop roads were pretty hairy but great to drive on. The lighthouse is a Bed and Breakfast now. Just the place to 'really' get away from it all.
For more Skywatch pics click here
Of A' the Airts
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There's wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean.
Of a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There's wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between; But day and night my fancy's flight Is ever wi' my Jean.
I see her in the dewy flowers, I see her sweet and fair; I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonie bird that sings, But minds me o' my Jean.
Robert Burns 1759 - 1796