The island is a windswept, barren piece of land, sitting alone in the vast expanse of the sea. The landscape is mostly made up of rocky outcrops and patches of grass. There are no signs of modern life—just a small, weathered dock where a small boat might tie up and some of Emma’s sheep. Isolated from the world, the island is shaped by the elements, with the sound of the ocean and the cries of seabirds filling the air. For years, people have whispered about the lone inhabitant, but few have been close enough to truly know the place.
With almost no vegetation and the constant roar of the sea, the island feels raw and untamed, a place where nature rules. The wind sweeps across the open grasslands, and the rocky cliffs drop steeply into the ocean below. It’s a harsh yet beautiful place, and its solitude is absolute. Emma’s home here, surrounded by nothing but sea and sky, turned out to be surprisingly warm and homely. Over the decades she has crafted the interior into a home filled with love.