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Ruined, in Harris

Photographers can’t resist a ruin, especially one as decrepit as this on Harris. On a moody, rain-filled day, here is a place to escape the weather and get some images. Mind you, there were so many holes in the roof that the weather chased us inside…!

There is a strong sensation of ghosts in places like this. Not literally, but a feeling of lives lived here and now gone. Mouldering away, all quite eerie.

The goosebumps are certainly prickling when you spot that a sheep has wandered in, some time ago, not escaped, and left its skull as a decorative element in the kitchen…

Upstairs is empty and forlorn, silent apart from the curtain in the wind.

Whoever did live here just got up from their chair and departed. The last cup of tea left to go cold and stale on the sideboard. Ruined, in Harris.

(Ruined House found on Quest workshop trip to Harris, Lewis and Durness. 2019 brochure here)


Shattered dreams on the Croatian coast

A beautiful view

A beautiful view

Today tourists admire the view. But two decades ago this was the vantage point for the artillery guns, and Dubrovnik suffered under bombardment.

Dubrovnik's main street

Dubrovnik burning

Where the shells landed

Where the shells landed

Fox hole, dugout, now grave

Fox hole, dugout, grave

Round the bay from our villa is Kupari, a once-posh hotel resort heavily shelled during the war. It’s very weird to be a tourist in 2013, and to look at the tourist areas of 1991 that were being torn apart by high explosive…

Someone has a sense of irony...

Someone has a sense of irony…

Shell damage

Shell damage

Easy to get inside. But not comfortable. Eerie. Deserted. Haunted

Once, a grand staircase...

Once, a grand staircase…

A beautiful dining salon...

A beautiful dining salon…

A wrecked staircase...

A destroyed staircase…

Wreckage framing a delightful view...

Wreckage framing a delightful view…

A shell must have come straight into this bedroom...

A shell must have come straight into this bedroom…

This view is in the huge atrium of the hotel. There are definitely ghosts here.

Trees vs concrete

Green vs grey

What a sorry waste. The remnants of dreams and hopes of developers, hoteliers, guests, staff and local businesses. Just some caustic graffiti to reference the raw emotions. Thank heavens such times are over in this area.

Indeed...

Indeed…