Remember when I wrote about “Sea Room?’” Well, I have an obsession with the Hebrides, Scotland, the North of England; basically anywhere where the sea meets the land in black rocks and craggy outcrops. Where great birds swirl in circles and the waters are icy and dangerous. I remember reading “Jane Eyre” and being particularly spellbound by this passage:
They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of ‘the solitary rocks and promontories’ by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape —
‘Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.’
It’s very romantic and stirring, which is probably why I enjoy Nicolson’s book so much.
I am at the part in the book where the author describes how his boat, similar to a Viking Birlinn, was constructed and how he sailed it.
It makes me yearn for open waters and a good long sailing course. I’ve only ever been on a boat a few times in my life, but sometimes I feel that mysterious call that made men sailors…