Quarriers and Storm The Cataclysm as Told by Google Tonight I'm thinking about Seil Island on the west of Scotland, and thinking about what a hundred plus years means. There's a little cafe there, the Oyster Bar and Restaurant whose (yes, I'm humanizing the caf) back door looks out into a hundred-yard bowl of exquisite water. Beyond a ring of stone fences the bowl off from the Easdale Sound. Its intense stillness is cupped under a blue-grey sky. Outside the ring of rocks, an