Man On A Beach
What luck! I met the Man On A Beach! He's an anonymous filmmaker who travels the coasts of Great Britain asking strangers one simple question: "What does the beach mean to you?"
Check out his excellent website, manonabeach: Journeys around the coast, to watch my answer.
|Click here to visit the Man On A Beach website.|
Here's the backstory.
On Sunday afternoon, I found myself fogged in on a northern Scottish isle. Here I was in Kirkwall, a town of 6,000 people and far more sheep and cows. I was supposed to continue on to the remote island of North Ronaldsay, population 65, but a white blanket of fog was making the journey impossible.
"The fog started on Thursday," the friendly Loganair employee explained. "No flights since then. Everyone who was waitin' took a ferry this mornin'."
"When's the next ferry?" I asked.
"Tha's just once a week," he told me. Darn.
"Well, you're from here," I reasoned "What does your intuition tell you? Will the fog lift soon?"
"Haven't seen fog last this long in two years," he replied with a bright smile. "So the intuition's useless!"
Four public bus rides, a full hostel, one Scottish chicken curry, and one Bed and Breakfast later, I woke up in Kirkwall to bright sunlight. The B&B owner had been right: easterlies had swept out the cloud. Our flight was good to go.
In the airport, I met my fellow passengers: an English couple who travels near the sea, a German birder who appreciates the avifauna of Sri Lanka and Scotland, and a man carrying nothing but snacks and his phone with a fuzzy microphone attached. This last individual turned out to be the Man On A Beach. He's camping in Kirkwall for a week and taking day-trips to the remote beaches, hoping to conduct an interview on each one. Serendipity at its finest.
|The smallest flight I've ever taken.|
|An eight-seater propellor plane with one pilot.|
|We flew over a handful of gorgeous green isles, dotted with sheep and ringed with stone walls.|
|The North Ronaldsay Airport.|
|"Ewe are here" -- believe it or not!|
|A needle-felt mural in the airport shows North Ronaldsay's unique breed of seaweed eating sheep. (More on them later.)|
|North Ronaldsay: windswept cirrus in a big sky.|