Leaving An Talla, Tiree’s Community Hall, the sky is ominous.
Within seconds there is a powerful hail storm.
The day is continuing as it began,

Coming to the Reef we make an about turn.
There are two planes at the airport.
Two Fly-Be planes.
Big Ones.

The sky remains dark and threatening.
But there is work going on at one of the planes.
It is not the work that is strange.
It is the fact we have two large planes.
We are getting more like the big airports.

Fly-Be are certainly having their difficulties.
And this is surely one or perhaps two of them.

Then just to add to the atmosphere it grows darker.
Then at once the hail strikes.

What a day!
Thunder Clumps.
Occasional dry spells.
Fleeting glimpses of a wintry sun.
And hail that blasts the island

This is Life on Tiree.