Blackwaterfoot Beach, south west ArranWalk on Blackwaterfoot beach and each time something will be different. The light. Intense and low; above Kintyre, amongst Kintyre, long shadow, no shadow? The sea. In, out, crashing, loud, alive and joyful, or still as stillness itself? The sand. Rippled, smooth, wet, dry; foot-printed, bird-printed, hoof-printed; sand-castled and dappled with coloured seaweed . . or . . not? The sky. Azure blue, burnt orange; rain-bowed and clouded, dark as night, fresh as day? You cannot be bored on the beach. GH. |