Sorting through the photo files, trying to swap out the chaos and bring a little order. it’s one of those never ending tasks that well, never ends and I came across this scene. It’s the harbour at Cromarty on the Black Isle, Scotland, not too far from Inverness. A slab of gently rolling hills on a tongue of land that lies sandwiched between the Moray Firth and the Cromarty Firth.
Fishing boats still head out from the harbour but the waters of the Cromarty Firth are dominated by the North Sea oil industry. The rigs drift in like aquatic hi-rise buildings for either refurbishment or dismantling. It was this contrast between the cut and thrust of modern industry and someone on the harbour side with a rod and line as the sun goes down.