WILD EYES & RESTLESS WINDS
Oct 04, 2017
4 minutes
We’d taken refuge in the harbour. Westerly gales and westerly swell roared east across the Pentland Firth, the notoriously dangerous stretch of water situated just north of Scotland. Even the tide was emptying from Northern Atlantic to North Sea – everything coming from the west and going to the east.
Harry, my travelling companion, had suggested an afternoon reset in the relative calm of Scrabster harbour. Time to sort the van, time to dry the clothes, time to get out of the wind. Hidden beneath the glowering Caithness hills, we repurposed this place as our tranquil haven despite the abundance of poured concrete and stacked fish pallets, etched with the indecipherable names
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