Some people may have recently seen the BBC show on St Kilda, called Britain’s Lost World. St Kilda really captures the imagination, so I was very interested to see it. Whilst a lot of the content, particularly on the spectacular wildlife there, was absorbing viewing, I was disappointed at the very cursory overview of the people themselves, the mysterious, mutated and tough-as-old boots St Kildans.
One thing that Kate Humble kept saying though was that she couldn’t believe that this stunningly beautiful, misty and remote place, was part of the British Isles. Having just got back from the Outer Edge of the Outer Hebrides, I can certainly relate to that. We were also living on an abandoned island, wild, raw and untamed, with souvenirs of people long gone littered about in old chapels, graves and croft buildings, half given up to the elements, now tumbling and enigmatic ruins.
To say where it is would be to give away a very treasured secret, so here is photo to prove that I was there. Its almost like a dream to me now.
Sounds lovely. The furthest I’ve ever got is Skye, but I do love that part of the world. It does feel very different to anywhere else in these islands.