People of Diabaig

Sandy Mackenzie and his wife Hilda, with Redpoint behind them. Sandy maintained the road between Diabaig and Torridon for many years, spending, I think, as much time ditching as repairing the road surface. Hilda made excellent pancakes! 

Skipper of the fishing boat BRD91. I remember going out with him to pick up lobster pots: "slow ahead" was achieved simply by removing the spark plug lead from one of the two cylinders. And we caught lots of mackerel.

Willie was a true village elder, part owner of the blue fishing boat BRD91 that "retired" by the pier in the 1990s and a wizard at building with whatever came to hand. Helped my father extinguish a flaming oil stove in 1970 and had a ferocious terrier. 

My parents! They bought our croft house, Beinn Bahn in the 1960s, retired there in the 1990s and spent the next twenty years creating a tiny little copy of Inverewe Gardens. Dad always said it was the happiest time of his life.

Duncan never threw anything away; he just let it rest. Seen here talking to my father (on the left) he had a four-wheel drive Land Rover that only drove through one wheel and a tractor, the remains of which can still be seen on the top road, just before the start of the path to Craig. He lived, with his Mum, at what is now called "Duncan's House".

My son, in the days of the fish farm when important visitors were flown over in style. Luckily he can't quite reach the pedals...

Circa 1980. The silence when it snows here is almost treacly and you feel guilty about leaving footprints.