The longship moved through the waters of the Minch with a steady, deliberate rhythm, its hull rising and falling against the swell as if answering the slow pulse of the northern sea. The morning light was thin, filtered through a veil of mist that clung to the horizon. Ahead, the...
When cleaning out boxes from the building behind the cottage, discovered this old photo in a box on a shelf. And since its discovery, I have been trying to learn who the three men are in the photo. Over in the distance is Burnside Cottage is looking spick and span, a big washing of what...