It feels as if the year is steadily ebbing away. The sound of the corncrake has long gone. Daylight hours are getting shorter. The Machair has lost its full bloom. The island is quieter with the majority of the summer visitors gone home. As for Summer, it hardly made an appearance, Although we have had sunny intervals since our return to the island, most days have begun with grey clouds and ended with grey clouds, with the winds predominantly coming from the cold north.
Yet even at low tide there can be a beauty. Mouse-over for titles – Double Click for larger pictures
The rasp of the corncrake is silent. The small birds that frequented our garden and feeder have disappeared. Others are congregating on the Machair and taking flight in fright.
All is quiet
I think I hear someone coming
Taking to the sky
As the dark clouds gather in the Passage of Tiree the sun shines on the Clansman.
Heading Out To Sea
A clump of heather affords a welcome splash of colour
Look out for beauty even when it feels things are at a low ebb.