A recent visit to Harris in the Outer Hebrides had me considering the age of the Lewisian Gneiss rocks that dominate this landscape. There is a palpable sense of time and a real feeling that sounds from past lives are trapped within the rock that slowly releases as it erodes back to its constituent components only to be released into the ocean and return again in an unrelenting cycling of change. There is a deep musicality to this cycle of time.
Landscape, Poetry and Place