Perhaps drawn by the open skies, winds, sea and loved ones, I have felt the irresistible pull for the last three years to celebrate the summer solstice up on the Scottish islands.
Sitting up on the windy hills of Lismore, looking over the fish farms protected in the bay.
Watching the sky and sea meet in reflection, Isle of Lismore
And the dark clouds roll in, Isle of Lismore
According to a Swedish tradition, if you gather seven wild flowers and place them under your pillow on mid-summers eve, you will dream of your true love. These are the flowers I picked on Lismore.
Back into the smoke and underground of music in Glasgow.
A beautiful friend.
