St Kilda. After two cancelled boats, one from Shetland and one from Skye, the third boat was finally boarded from the Isle of Harris.
The last outpost of the North-West edge of Europe has long been a place of fascination growing up. A remote place of immense beauty and a land of extremes and hardships for the folks who once called it home.
It took us over two hours of punching into the waves at 18knt, with the occasional wretching of the seasick folk onboard to listen to. Arriving in the mist and rain to Village Bay on the main island of Hirta and the sight synonymous with St Kilda - this line of houses in the photo and the cliets. Cliets were used as larders or stores, with seabirds, eggs and oil among the things kept in them over the harsh winter months.
Much like the island of Foula we were on 4 weeks ago, the mist was constantly rolling in, then clearing. Going between 10 metres visability to catching glimpses of peaks and stacks in the distance. Thankfully there wasn't too many people on the island yesterday as the weather is turning for the worse until the start of next week. So for most of the time on Hirta we were all by ourselves, daydreaming of how life would of been for the 150 people who once called it home.
We also managed to get out around some of the massive sea stacks and the island of Boreray on our boat, and also to the very foot of the highest sea cliffs in Europe. So from the top of the second highest sea cliffs, to the bottom the highest sea cliffs in the UK. All in the space of a few weeks.
Absolutely staggering sea and landscapes. Of course I'm biased in my thinking as I've just been there, yet I do think that it's one of the most stunning places I've ever seen on this earth. A fantastic experience to have 💚