Portskerra Memorial View

A sunny Sunday was enough to prompt us out into the golden sun. First to church and attempts at visits--up here the old fashioned tradition of just dropping in is still observed. It allows people to be more spontaneous but it also means you may not find anyone at home. Today we didn't and so we ventured further into the west just the two of us.

After lunch in what was our local before we moved, I wanted to go to Portskerra--I've written about this little treasure spot before. This photo was taken from inside the enclosure around the memorial to the drownings. It is typical of the highlands--a sad note in a startling beautiful place cherished by the few people who find their way here. I make a point every time I visit of reading out loud the names on the memorial. Nothing but the wind to hear, but it feels like the right thing to do.

The memorial is atop a hill and the winds even on a mild day were enough to bring the tears to my eyes even bundled as I was with long coat and scarf and wool socks and hiking boots having replaced my church shoes.