he first thing that Marcella FitzGerald sees and hears when she wakes up on a winter morning in her Skye home is the sea loch. ‘Depending on the tide, I open my eyes and I might see a heron, thigh-deep on the shore hunting for breakfast. On other mornings the loch water seems to lap on the windowsill. It may be blue-grey rippling satin, or an olive green sheen so still that it mirrors the hills and clouds, or the water might be
ON THE WATERFRONT
Dec 08, 2022
3 minutes
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