#19: from Islay

an undated travel log; 35mm film photos, cliffs, farro salad, seals, etc.

I travelled to Islay by sea, and I arrived wet. Everything I had brought with me was still damp from the storm that had hit the mainland the day before, when I thought I could hike the Cobbler, but Mother Nature said: ‘No, no Margaux, you can’t see a thing.’ Ludo was standing next to me, then he vanished in the fog. The air was denser than velvet, and I…