Inspiration

I was back up to Rousay on Friday, in sparkling sunshine.

It really feels as spring is in the air.  All of a sudden, the light is different.

First light on Saturday morning.

A magical day, with clear blue skies.

We could sit outside for our morning coffee.

White is also the colour of the house in the 19th century, clearly seen in many photographs and watercolours. Westness was even called 'The White House' for a few decades.  So somehow, the choice took care of itself.

Still, I do get a lot of questions about it. So I like the title of the blog. People can read for themselves.

There was amazing surf that afternoon when we went for our walk.

The winding road looked particularly good in the afternoon light.

The track down to us and Westness Farm.

A lot of people see a photo like this and say 'that's your colour'. but actually, is it? (whatever colour it is).  The strange thing is the little white patch (bottom left) reflects the colour of the ever-changing sunsets better than all the others.

It was an almost full moon.

So bright that night.

The next day, Sunday, early, I was down at the pier to collect our friends from Scenery magazine, who were doing a little shoot about me and Charlie.

First stop was a boat trip past the house - the first time for me.  Bacon and eggs on the boat.

This is our neighbours at Veira Lodge.  A very nice colour!

Photographers at the ready.

And here we are.

Back at the pier we loaded up the bags!  Photo people!!

I took a few snaps of the house this weekend.  Partly I thought it would be good therapy if you have a lot of collections.

Partly to freak you out when I saw that all our rooms will at some stage need to be rewired and replumbed and will have to be emptied.

Nancy's got the right attitude.

More collections.

Nancy also had the right attitude.

The puss.

Dining room set up for fun.

More collections.

And the lights on for a dusk shot. Amazing.

Photography down at the cliffs at sunrise.

Later that day I took a spin around the garden to measure our gates, some of which will need replacing at some stage.

Spring was so in the air.  The green moss path leading down to the chapel.

The dogs glimpsed me walking past and hurtled down to say hello.

Although Nancy always stays up top, surveying the world.

In Charlie's veg garden...

Out that evening, Nancy the star.

Moonrise Kingdom.

For some of us it was all too much.

That's how we're all feeling I reckon.

And white it is.

With peaceful thoughts for a world far from peace.