A Film About Place,
Made in a Place
Like No Other
Bill Forsyth was looking for somewhere impossible: a village so perfectly, improbably beautiful that an oil company executive might lose his heart to it. Somewhere that would make audiences understand why a man would give up everything rather than see it destroyed.
He found Pennan. A single row of whitewashed fishermen's cottages pressed between cliff and sea. No through road. No room for expansion. Just the harbour, the horizon, and a kind of stillness that city people have forgotten exists.
The film called it Ferness. But everyone who's seen it knows the truth: there's only one place that looks like this.
