Sunday mornings are generally spent with the church family at An Talla.
After lunch with friends at Heylipol we made our way to Sandaig.
There we parked up and headed for the beach.
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Approaching the beach we came upon Tiree’s latest ‘Mother and Baby Unit’
The farmer/crofter had skilfully constructed it out of sand.
The unit provided shelter from the prevailing wind.
The cattle were content grazing on the dunes.
Was this where the idea for ‘Salt Beef’ originated?
It looked like some of the other cattle might be using the baby unit soon.
All kinds of things can lie buried under the dunes.
There are accounts of at least one buried township.
Who knows what lies beneath the sand.
In this instance was there a body?
The sun was shining over Tiree.
Out to sea the clouds were building up.
This provided an attractive stratified effect.
In this area of the coastline was Port Bharrapol.
Now we are down on the sand looking towards Beinn Ceann a’ Mhara.
Beinn Ceann a’ Mhara is very different from any other feature on the island.
Other than our small party there was not another personal be seen on the beach.
The many skerries and Beinn Ceann a’ Mhara help protect Tiree.
Tiree faces the great Atlantic Ocean with its breakers.
On this occasion it was relatively calm.
Standing there, you cannot help but think of the words of the song by Skipinnish.
“And I want to go where the great Atlantic roars,
From the cliffs of Kenevara to majestic Skerryvore,
And breath again the air my island body craves,
And feel again the freedom of the land below the waves.”
Even without a wet-suit to hand what a playground!
What fun was to be had jumping in and out of the waves.
However we left this activity to one action packed young man.
Back up to Sandaig for a welcome cup of coffee.
What a great afternoon!
This is the life – ‘Life-on-Tiree’