We have water all around us, and in these lochs,
and we have the boat –
and there were porpoises – we
have to cross the causeway… These
great big rocks.
This is Raasay, this is Skye; there is nothing
as far as the North Pole.
The sea was like a millpond, the sky was
a great… American blue.
We could never imagine ourselves alone,
with the sheep… and the gulls were laughing
There are yachts that just arrive
in the North Inlet,
and people arrive in bad weather
and we bring them in.
Here is the croft, with the white walls;
the tide is low here.
this is our island.
My friend’s Mum, in her kitchen, talking about photographs of their holidays on an island off the west coast of Scotland. Just as it was. Submitted by Kerry Featherstone.