Seabirds flock above the island of Boreray.
A Long Love Affair With the Scottish Isles, in Pictures
For photographer Jim Richardson the remote islands of northwest Scotland have become like home.
From the deck of the boat, the cloud-raked island of Boreray beckoned me, flanked by fanged stacks rising out of the sea. Odd, perhaps, that I should find this welcoming. But I do.
Boreray is part of the St. Kilda archipelago, visible from Harris in the Scottish Hebrides islands but another world away. By boat it’s 40 miles of North Atlantic swells that heave and slap you into rubber-legged submission. Seamen Angus Campbell drives with a steady hand on the throttle, making the trip everyday, if he can—which he can’t. Weather. But now Angus nodded. We’d make it today.
I remembered that trip when I got an email recently from the St. Kilda Club. These are fellow romantics; the islander’s story tugs
