For the life of me, however, and for the life of the rock, I could not remember its name and I have not remembered it since. And though it may not matter very much I feel I have betrayed a trust. Because of my carelessness a pleasantly useful place and the row upon row of shadowy earlier fishermen who frequented it have slipped an inch or two more deeply into the great bog that is limbo.
An excerpt from Night Falls On Ardnamurchan by Alasdair Maclean.
On the day that a Viking Chieftain's burial ship has been excavated on the Ardnamurchan peninsula after 1,000 years.
Painting: A place to rest, Sanna Bay, Ardnamurchan