Sanna

About 40 years ago my dad was contemplating buying a derelict croft at Sanna Bay. So he and me driove for hours on windy wee roads until we came upon this haven. Basically a few stone walls with a corrugated roof, dramatic scenery and incredible views. Sheep for neighbours. Romantic but desolate.
A lot has changed, the roads were more forgiving, no sick bags required and many more houses where last trip there were few. But the essence of the place the same, nature at its roughest, in some lights beautiful, in others damn rugged.

Sadly the Croft wasn’t bought as could be a rather bijoux getaway now.
The bay itself was still as white sanded as I remember and we took a boggy walk up to Sanna point where we found this cairn looking across to Eigg and Muck. The most westerly point of mainland Britain and boy did my hairstyle reflect it.
The sun didn’t shine although we got a glimpse of blue sky, the picnic was had in the car not out.
Drove down into Strontian, a real one horse but no cafe town then realised Covid restrictions were limiting our dinner choice to Nae choice... so back up to Mallaig for a haddock supper watched by the seals. Not bad for 8 squid.