The saying is ‘A Shepherd’s Delight’.
A delight it was, but it did not herald sunny weather.
Rather the following day turned out sultry and thundery.
Our home is close to the pier so it is natural to watch the sunset from there.
For a slight variation I first crossed the fields and onto the beach.
The Machair was lit up by the setting sun.
As the camera saw the sunset it went from chocolate to purple.
Oyster catchers were screeching over head.
They came to rest on ‘orange rocks’.
The golden touch was reflected on Tiree’s white covered buildings.
Even the approach to the pier was transformed by the setting sun.
Simply Sunset – but there is nothing simple about it.
Neighbouring islands appear so close.
The sunset is in the west but all around the sky changes colour.
No matter which way you look the setting sun casts its glow.
The sky morphs from one shade to another.
At one point there are so many different varieties.
The pier is backlit even although we are looking north.
An Turas (The Journey) is a window on the setting sun.
Walking up Pier Road purple is the dominant colour.
The Manse and Glebe House is in a purple domain.
It is hard to go inside on an evening like this.
Even between the houses the sky is eye-catching.
Even the windows of our home reflect the setting sun.
This is ‘Life on Tiree’.
