Islands: At the edge of the world

摘要

After four hours atthe bow of a smallboat, strainingmy eyes at anondescript doton the Atlantichorizon, I havefinally made it.I'm about to setfoot on the archipelago of St Kilda, that famously remote scattering of rugged little islands that erupt from storm-tossed waters off Scotland's west coast. Raucous cries echo from the cliffs that tower over the boat as we cruise into Village Bay. A thick cloud of puffins, razorbills and guillemots circles above and the sour smell of faeces from a million seabirds slices through the salty air.