The lands stretch without end and the skies rage like some old moody god. Inescapable, all-pervasive–on Scotland’s westernmost islands, the elements are your constant companions. Billion-year-old mountains rise up from the sea, in appearance quite literally like the moon, made up in parts of rocks that formed the lunar highlands. Simple houses stand far apart from one another, miles lie between one village and the next. People are a rare sight, but prehistory is everywhere. Just a few days spent around the Outer Hebrides give you a sense of the immensity of the universe, the island sights sometimes a picture of simplicity and perfection, that quickly get transformed into a dystopian vision as the sky greys, the winds start to howl and you look around and find you are the only person there.