The days are now beginning to shorten and the sunsets are returning setting the skies alight before the dark clouds creep over the horizon. As summer drifts into autumn the sun sinks a little further to the north-west each night. In late June and July the sun glows beyond St Kilda and now it hovers over the isles of the Monachs.
To the south and east the hills are transformed by the approaching darkness, the lengthening indigo shadows emerge from the valleys and gulleys until their character is obscured, only to be revealed by the warmth of a rosy dawn.
Beinn Mhòr, the big mountain, a towering 620m (2,034 ft), sits on the eastern horizon with its smaller companions. It is not in the Munro class, but the hills of South Uist are recognised as wildlands and retain an aura of mystery. The beinns are cloud conjurors, draping their flanks with wisps of lacy cloud, cloaking their presence with banks of grey mist or summoning the dark riders of the storm from the Atlantic.
In the lands of the north mountains are the haunt of wizards, shamans, necromancers and sorcerers who will reveal their power with fiery celestial displays as they attempt to capture the sun before it disappears over the western horizon.
Enchanted the unwary dreamer is spellbound and as the curtain of clouds lifts a glowing citadel appears. Hy Brasil, Asgard, Tir nan Nog or something more mundane? You can never be sure in the islands on the edge of the world.