On Beinn Duill on the Isle of Mull, I saw this weathered rock face, staring out into the Atlantic. I call it the Headrock. This face is tens of millions of years old, part of the lava flow from a massive volcano it was born into a tropical landscape. Then as the tectonic plate moved northward the island was covered by ice, the rock was carved by glaciers.
The Moon rises and sets the tide's ebb and flow, it marks out time on Earth. From the action of the wind and rain the Headrock was formed.
Very recently the humans came to these isles. This face has seen them cut down the trees, it saw Columba arriving and building his monastery on Iona. It saw the Clansmen in their galleys and the Vikings in their longships. The remnants of the Spanish Armada sailed past here. During the Clearances, ships sailed from Mull, from the Ross, from Calgary, Ulva was cleared, Crackaig, Haunn, thousands of people. The lighthouse was built on Skerryvore. W M Turner and Mendelssohn came to visit Staffa. Tourists came by train and steamer to Iona. The wartime convoys and their escorts crossed the ocean back and forth. Fighters and bombers flew from Tiree.
More tourists come to look at Iona, Staffa, Lunga, whales, eagles, puffins and otters.
But to the Headrock all human history has been just the blink of an eye.
The Headrock and the Moon. £125.00
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