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The Cunning of a Fox, the Smell of the Wind & the Lips of a Fish​….

I might also add, the Light. The light on Orkney is white light, apart from when the fog, sea frets are blowing through. The wind makes sure I’m awake at all times. I’ve never known wind like it; not even on top of the White Horse. My senses have been battered. It’s absolutely beautiful.
The landscapes of Scotland are stunning. Driving to Ullapool ..Well I’m used to Yorkshire moors, but the mountains, the water ..Glencoe. I struggled to comprehend the majesty. The absolute majesty. The water is the deepest blue, like a sapphire. Water everywhere.
The trip over to Lewis was good; laughing like schoolkids as we rolled with the boat. Callanish in the sunlight, white light, wild wind. What do I think? Beautiful glittering stone.; a cist so precise it could come from Ikea; bewilderment (I like bewilderment), & more water. I started to see the hill woman; when we got to Achmore I saw her get pregnant.
Callinish two & three, four or whatever.. great traipses across the land; major Callinish always in view. I don’t have sufficient enough language skills to describe this place.
My first broch..I mean, come on. Dun Carloway. Seriously one of the most beautiful, awe inspiring situations & buildings I’ve ever seen. It stands so proud. The staircases , the thickness of the walls, the spiralling of construction, it’s outlook.
Next, going back, the Hill of many Stanes. I loved this place..like a beautiful garden with stones instead of flowers;The Grey Cairns of Camster ..whoa, monster stuff. I loved the boardwalk; crawling/ crouching through narrowing passages made me feel a bit anxious & I wasn’t sure about the juju. Idiot.
Anyway.. Orkney. I’ll attempt that tomorrow. Still here, still being battered:)