The fury of a Hebridean storm is captivating. Wind howls down the chimney and windows rattle as rain pummels the glass. I watch as willow trees are bent horizontal and puddles become ponds. But I know it will pass. With every gust, my anticipation builds. Beachcombing in the aftermath of wild weather reveals unending mysteries and surprises as fauna, flora and flotsam are all washed ashore. The sands shift and the tide turns; no two days scavenging the shoreline are ever the same.
After the storm, the sea is as black as onyx, the breeze bracing. Twisted tangles of seaweed are strewn along the strandline, the high-water mark where waves deposit debris and driftwood with each receding tide. I know that hiding among these coils of kelp will be a wealth…
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The Simple Things (Digital) - 1 Issue, January 2024