Sketches of Skinidin

The township of Skinidin in Skye, where my mother was born, holds a special bond for me. Every Saturday, we used to travel the 3 miles or so from Dunvegan, to visit my Grandmother there, and my brother and I spend many happy hours exploring the seashore, cliffs, and moorland. Physically, the place has changed little, but socially it has changed a lot. The Post Office shut sometime in the early 1990's, and with it the last of the Gaelic speakers went. I'm keen to revisit the place throughout 2018 to try and capture some of the essence of the place. During 2017, I did something similar for this website
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