From the Archives: Fisherman’s ropes

Lines, colour, texture, all telling a story.


All you need for a full experience is the tantalizing smell of sea salt and dead fish, and you’d be transported right back to western Scotland with me – Girvan, I think. I’d tell you a little more about the village or the fisherfolk, but I didn’t understand a word they said. And after being married to a Scot for almost 10 years now, I’d have to say there’s no hope left in me.

Taken in 2007. Hope to go back one day, once I master the accent.

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