Surf musings from the Outer Hebrides

We crest a small hill on the single track road. Ahead lies a small bay. White sandy beach, rocky outcrop, aqua sea. It’s beautiful, no one else is there and the most unexpected part, there’s a wave. It’s evening, the sun is lying low in the sky and we’re in a place that we’ve aptly seen described as the end of the earth, aka, the west coast of Harris. Heaven.