The sea was calm and the sun shone, twinkling on the islands and promontories that reached out into the shining water. After a couple of hours he saw the outline of the harbour at Lochmaddy. Although it was more than thirty years since he’d last been there, he recognised it all. He drove off the ferry and through the treeless landscape, feeling a mixture of apprehension and excitement as he got closer to the place where he’d spent so many happy holidays. Images of Shona, running on the springy heather hills and along the long white beaches, came into his mind. Nostalgia pulled at his intestines, a physical response to coming back. The sky was huge, almost colourless, with the sun glistening on the water with a pale, almost Scandinavian glow. Through Benbecula to South Uist, the single-track road wound past the sandy bays on the right and the three hills of ancient rock on the left, and as he approached Eriskay he saw the new causeway which had replaced the ferry they’d always used before.
What do You think about Sewing The Shadows Together?
