The brightly coloured paint makes the buildings more visible from the water.

The smell of salt and iron cloys in the air at any hour of the day, but the sun seems to bring it about richer with its meagre warmth. In defiance of the sky's colour, the water pressing against the Dornie waterfront is a murky mix of blues, greens and browns, and plays house for the fishing boats tied off, some in use and some destitute. Seabirds collide into jutting rocks and the edge of the steep wall that divides land and sea, the town and residential buildings so close to the water's edge that it is as if the buildings themselves are dug into the loch. Concrete and cobble stone is painted white or left grey, rooftops of overlapping tiles and blue beneath the sun, filthy gray under cloud cover.

This place does not see the activity of the harbour or the peace of lengthier beaches, but it's a quite meeting of calmer loch waters and the coastal town edging up to its threshold to greet returning sailors or even foreign strangers. At night, it's a place of stillness, with the sound of the water and wind off the wilder wet adding tone and texture to its atmosphere.

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