Photo: White sand beach and view across Sound of Harris, Berneray, Outer Hebrides, Scotland
Berneray is the newest edition to my very short list of favorite places, places that I can just get lost in. I spent a few days there of blasting gales in October last year and returned again to bring in the new year. The wonderful small little hostel only feet away from the waters edge on the north of the island is my chosen abode. Run by the Gatliff Trust, the hostel is an old croft house. Rustic and homely, white washed stone walls and a thatch roof; the way a place must be on a lonely island out on the edge of the world. The heat comes from a coal stove and one end of the room as the sound of rain patters against the small windows and the howling of wind creeps under the old wooden door. Lights and candles burn late into the winter nights as strangers sit around sharing meals and stories, perhaps also a splash of two of Scotch.
As with most places in the part of the world, photography is more a game of patience than anything. It’s a good time to slow down from the fast pace of life, maybe not check those emails for a week or two, it’s not gonna kill you. All these photos are taken no more than 3-4 minutes walk from the front door.
Photo: North Harris silhouetted against the days last light
Photo: Calm waters and blue skies, just before the rain
Photo: Dunes blow in the wind as rain approaches over the Sound of Harris
Photo: An elusive sun lights up the dunes, mountains of South Harris rise in the distance
Photo: Abandoned croft at twilight