The overwhelming stillness at the foot of Dubh Mór mirrored myriads of lively images above the tranquil waters of Loch Coruisk. Images of a night of extremes at Camasunary. Added to these the images evoked by the stories about Boreraig, Suisnish, Torrin and the Blaven clearances and transportation in the 19th century, together with those of the war graves at Kilmarie cemetry on the shores of Loch Slapin, made me wonder what had really drawn me to these rugged parts of Skye.