One of my first memories, when I first arrived in Stronsay in 1998, was seeing Ayre of the Myres, coming away from the village of Whitehall and heading up toward the farm of Hunton. I was tired from the stress of moving, and the skies were grey from constant heavy rain; nonetheless my less than enthusiastic mood lifted entirely as I saw this beautiful stretch of the island for the first time. I knew at that moment that I was going to be there for a good long while, and a strange sensation that was for this commitment-phobic traveller.
This painting was taken from the viewpoint of the other side, coming down the Sandybank brae on a bright clear morning. I had an electric motor tricycle at one time, and it was one of my joyful experiences to come flying down this road at a wonderful speed, a good stiff westerly wind at my back, and the sight of this scene greeting me as I rounded the corner.