Echoes of War

Back-blip

Where Loch Ewe opens up to Mother Sea,
at Cove, still stands this crumbling concrete testament
to world war two and all those brave-heart men
who dared to face the elements, the enemy

In their so fragile ships they left these shores,
last sight, these wounded rocks of Wester Ross;
last sounds they left behind - the crying of the gulls - as they
sailed north to Russia and the Arctic wars

Although this place of peace now holds scant trace
of what had come to pass those years before
and rust away as may the swords
we shall recall the poet's words:
We shall remember them

Long after all the blood and all the bedlam;
long after time has healed this wounded rock
and all war's echoes fade away.

~Poem by Bryan Islip~

Went to Firemore beach in the morning and then on to Cove (today's blip). The weather was sombre (as it was last time I visited) which struck me as apt. It's a quiet place that I find strangely moving.

For anyone interested, more info. about Cove & Loch Ewe during WW2 can be found here and here.