Sitting atop of a basalt cliff overlooking "The Little Minch", Neist Point Lighthouse sits on the most western point of the Isle of Skye on the end of the Duirinish Peninsular. It was constructed in 1909 and now automated, is still in use today.
I have viewed the lighthouse from the lookout at the end of the road but this is the first time I've walked down.
It's a steep path but well made and we're soon at the bottom of the hill. The cottages attached to the lighthouse are now in private ownership and are available to rent as holiday accommodation. Mind you, it's a long walk down carrying your suitcase and provisions for the week!!
There's a lovely light today, a thin high layer of cloud just softens the sunlight enough and is visible to give the sky a bit of interest rather than just plain blue. Some thicker cloud out towards the horizon adds a bit of further interest to the scene also.
Reaching the the end of the peninsular I scout around for a good position to photograph from. Apart from us (Me, Marian, and the dog) there's one elderly gentleman fishing off the rocks and a few sheep.
After a bit of meandering, I settle on this location on a lower part of the cliff. I like the way the protruding sunlit foreground rock fills some of the dark space between the base of the shadowed cliffs on the right and the sea on the left. It points towards the rocky stack and is covered with a nice texture and colour of lichens and mosses.
The lighthouse needs space to look out over the sea and this position allows it to do this. The fog horn also projects out into this space and its bright red colour contrasts nicely with the blue sky.
I use the 17mm TSE lens to obtain a nice wide field of view plus utilise both tilt and shift to obtain both a large depth of field and maintain the vertical perspective of both the lighthouse and the cliffs.
(I tried both portrait and landscape orientations but once I had chance to see the shot on the computer screen, I decided the vertical orientation worked the best.)
We continue walking around the end of the peninsular but nothing else jumps out to catch my eye. I feel like I'm having one of those frustrating days when the photographs just don't seem to materialise. It appears the fish aren't materialising either as the old fisherman has packed up and is walking slowly back up the hill. At the same time a large group of noisy people seem to be descending the path. It looks as though a coach party has just arrived, so we decide to follow him up catching and passing him as the path becomes ever steeper.
I ask him as I pass "Catch anything"?
"I've a drip on the end of my nose" he replies "must have caught a cold but nothing else".
Seems that Scottish folk have that same dry sense of humour as those from the Yorkshire Dales.
Driving back towards the cottage we detour down to the small harbour below Lower Milovaig to stop by the pier for a cup of tea.
There's an old storage building on the quayside with a rusting padlock securing a battered and weather red door. Beside the door, under the broken window, lies a stack of lobster pots with bright blue and green netting. It makes a nice composition so I grab a quick picture or two.
I finish with a close up of the peeling paint and the rusty orange padlock. I wonder how many more batterings by wind and rain it will take before the door succumbs completely. It appears the door handle has given up already.
These and other images from this years trip to the Isle of Skye are now online and are available to purchase, if you so desire.
To visit the gallery click here, I hope you enjoy the photographs.