Acrylic on canvas, 18 x 24 inches.
An early spring storm had soaked the beach and a fierce and steady wind had whipped up, blowing the sand in drifts across the absolutely pristine beach. There were no footprints anywhere. I spent a whole day here and encountered one other person, walking her dog. The Scottish Western Isles are otherworldly and yet heavily managed. Just beyond the dunes the fertile Machair is worked by the crofters and is a home to ground nesting birds.