In the weeks before I arrived, Bobby and James were cutting down the thick bed of bracken that covers the site in winter, to be replaced by a sea of bluebells in summer. The ground cleared, the next step was to lay the foundations.
Foundations in, the bothy’s outer panels were ready to come onto site. With help from locals down at the pier, and a lift up to the site from Alistair, Sweeney’s Bothy had finally finished its long journey to Eigg.
No trip to the small isles would be complete without a ceilidh.
…and some poem-labels by Alec Finlay.