Peering through columns at the Old Man of Storr under acrylic glass with black frame

Framed between the dark, weathered columns of the Storr, the hillside drops away in green folds toward the wide, silvery expanse of the Sound of Raasay, the island's flat-topped hill, Dun Caan, resting faintly on the horizon; shifting light and passing cloud constantly redraw the scene, so that ancient stone in the foreground and restless sea beyond feel like two halves of the same living landscape.