Allt An t-Siùcair

Bha smeòrach cur nan smùid dhith

Air bacan cùil leath' fhèin;

An dreathan donn gu sùrdail

'S a rifeid-chiùil 'na bheul;

Am bricean-beithe 's lùb air

'S e gleusadh lùth a theud;

An coileach dubh ri dùrdan

'S a' chearc ri tùchan rèidh.


Alasdair mac Mhaighstir Alasdair


The Sugar Brook (Extract)

Alone on a bank in the rear

The wren busily

With a pipe reed in his mouth

The linnet bending to the task

Testing the tension of his strings

The blackcock murmuring with his mate

Cooing gently

Sanna Bay

Amongst the white sands, clear turquoise seas and verdant machair, it is easy to forget the community that once thrived here and the score of captains it wed to the sea to support the croft.

Not as aurally gifted as some of its near neighbours, there is still plenty to sing about in this last gift to god’s own country. Above the high-water mark the dunes support a wonderful array of plants, birds and beasties, and below it is a crabbing delight.  I bet it gave Slartibartfast a run for his money.

Six miles on from Kilchoan and in sight of the lighthouse, the views out to The Small Isles and beyond are truly majestic. It is rarely busy here which suits most folk just fine. Alasdair has it about right for Ardnamurchan – it’s the big rock candy mountain.

The full spectrum, above and below the water line, this is the home of the Deep Sea Light. Let’s not say it’s the last chance to see – just don’t leave it too late.