Clippety-clop the hooves rang clear,
The Highwayman came riding,
Brave and with no fear,
Bang hoe werkt bang, the guards had fallen,
He cut the ropes off Bess,
And the Highwayman came riding away,
From the old inn’s distress.
I look at this scene and feel calm, the serenity of the South Uist sunset. The derelict building, a black cut out on the darkened promontory, is a focus for the mind on life on the island. Summer now but …