A similar thing happens on the Scottish island of Islay, only it's the car drivers who greet each other. A small wave or a lift of the fingers from the steering wheel an automotive tip of the hat. It comes as a bit of a surprise to the uninitiated, but soon feels natural, feels right, feels human. The road becomes a conduit of people, with their own private lives and histories and secrets, instead of just metal tonnage hurtling along a stretch of hard asphalt. Hurtling still happens, but the momentary eye contact with the driver on the other side of the road is somehow comforting.
A few photos for you from my trip to Scotland this September.
The high road on Islay, between Port Ellen and Bridgend. A very fun single track road, of which there are many in Scotland.
The much photographed gate at the top of Shore Street in Portnahaven, Islay. Another example of the iconic
The not so much photographed bottom of Shore Street in Portnahaven, Islay
Looking east along the road called The String, just above Brodick on Arran
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