The Isle of Muck

The week before last we set off from home for a short holiday on the Small Isles. We rented a 1930’s prefab on the Isle of Muck to be our home for the week and set off to explore this tiny, but fascinating, island.

That and take a much-needed break!

What we found was archaeology, natural history, and when the weather behaved, some beautiful vistas. I haven’t quite caught up with myself entirely as yet, but I wanted to share a few images from the island with you here. Some may eventually make it to print and be available here, but for the moment I just want to share!

Speaking of print, movement in this respect is slowly happening. I have made the decision to move most of this work to analogue photography, or that is the intention anyway! This is going to be quite a learning curve, particularly as I will be working in a different format to that which I grew up with! It is really exciting, though and I can’t wait to get started – and to share it all with you, as mentioned in the last post!

The view out towards the Isle of Rum from the Isle of Muck with the mountains of Skye in the distance. This was my first meeting with the islands equine inhabitants!

The Wave – before the new harbour on Much this boat used to meet the ferry and passengers were transfered at sea along with their luggage to make landfall. Fortunately it is now much, much easier!

Lexi hiding from the weather.

An earthly nourris sits and sings, And aye she sings, “Ba lilly wean, Little ken I my bairn’s father, Far less the land that he staps in.” Then ane arose at her bed fit, And a grumly guest I’m sure was he, Saying “Here am I, thy bairn’s father, Although I am not comely.”

Rum, Skye and Eigg from the shores of Muck.

Looking out over Gallanach Bay on the Isle of Muck as the sun comes down on a glorious week.

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