Fiona MacKenzie
The boat's engine cut out, leaving a sudden, ringing silence that seemed to vibrate over the tranquil waters of Loch Lomond. As dusk settled over Milarrochy Bay, the sky was a bruised palette of purple and amber, with the fiery orange of the sun’s last moments fading behind the distant hills.
About Fiona MacKenzie
The boat's engine cut out, leaving a sudden, ringing silence that seemed to vibrate over the tranquil waters of Loch Lomond. As dusk settled over Milarrochy Bay, the sky was a bruised palette of purple and amber, with the fiery orange of the sun’s last moments fading behind the distant hills.