“Life moving on ... always on ... big, seemingly important, pieces of this life got lost and left with the crowds.”

Stewart’s epic journey from the Southern most tip of the UK to the extreme North Westerly corner seems to be drawn from some deep emotional pull as much as geographical extremes. We find a sense of loss and yearning amongst the beautiful light and colour of late summer evening at Land’s End ; dark storm clouds gather and the mood darkens as we journey back north over the border, the path to Cape Wrath fading into nothingness. Yet despite the remoteness and mystery of the location, the Cape is not named for the force of the Atlantic storms that whip the remote headland ; ‘wrath’ or ‘worth’ comes from the old Nordic for turning point ; a place of refuge and solace, a pause for reflection before turning again for home. A sense of peace and resolution comes as we leave enlightened by the yellow and gold of a new dawn, a new day ... and a chance to start over.