Nothing quite prepares you for the sights and sounds that surround you as you approach the gigantic basin that holds the Mangersta Stacks. Resting on the western edge of the Isle of Lewis, amidst the cold waters of the North Atlantic, stands a group of ancient sentinels almost peacefully waiting to be woken by the furious ocean smashing against them for millennia. The area itself is remote, even with a narrow road running close to the cliff none would have thought to stop and peer over the edge to see what lay beneath, but here they rest and wait.

Towering sea stacks, rising defiantly from the swirling currents below as the wind blows from every direction, and the sense of how small we are is never more apparent. The sea moves and sways as one and the immovable stacks absorb each and every wave that powers in to them as you take a moment and watch a wonder of nature unfold from a safe distance, and relax in awe at the sheer power happening right at your feet.