While fishing off the West side of St Kilda and Soay for crab and lobster one evening in late October we got a sudden and unexpected gale forecast of wind from the SW. We had just finished for the day and it was already black dark but there was nothing for it but to haul all our creels again and shoot them in deeper water. We got them aboard and started heading back towards Village Bay when there was a sudden lurch as the keel of the boat touched the rock known as Sgeir na Mac Liathann (Gaelic speakers please excuse the spelling) or the Rock of the son of the King of Norway…a previous sailer who had run aground there (with more deadly consequences). As it happened we got off with a slightly bent keel strap but no damage to the hull...it was a seriously
scary moment and one I've revisited for this painting.
oil on board