A Harrowing Tale . . .

The Meeting
The Meeting

They arrived almost together for their tryst, but they parted separately.
As the ‘Princess’ crept away the Haar slowly enveloped her.
The Clansman had no time to stay around waiting.

Hebridean Princess at Low Tide
Hebridean Princess at Low Tide

The sun continues to beat down!
This is Tiree!

Bells ring. Ropes are thrown. She backs away.

Quietly the (Hebridean) princess slips away

The cows keep grazing.
“What’s all the fuss about a boat?”
Well she is a Princess!