A shot I took several years ago on Sanday Island, Orkney ; a village left to ruin, part of the story of depopulation of the island. In the larger scheme of the island's history it barely registers, a small moment of habitation and abandonment but it's a powerful place nonetheless. The sense of desolatation is palpable. The houses still (largely) stand despite the inhositable climate. There is a sense of community in those tight little boxes, of living cheek by jowl.
As children we were obsessed with Donkeys. The west of Ireland was filled with them; you couldn't travel a Connemara road without meeting with a field of them. We made my unfortunate father stop at every hand's turn so we could get out and pet them; we kept our pockets filled with wrapped sugar lumps from every restaurant and café that we stopped at on our holidays. You rarely see them now, I had to wait until Sanday to snap these!
The crossing from Sanday to Orkney; a rare a perfect day of sunshine, turngint the sea to silver while ferry passengers enjoy the crossing.
Taken on Sanday, Orkney at a Medieval Feast; authentic food, including stuffed Duck, wild hare in gravy, and vegetables roasted in medieval spices. All of it was created by a friend of mine, including wall hangings, room decorations, food, home made "baileys" (ok that might not be medieval but it's wonderful!)
