Sunday evening was crowned with a sunset.
Monday dawned fair but by the afternoon the wind was beginning to rise
By 6:00pm you knew it was going to be a wild night of wind and driving rain.
It was indeed a wild 12 hours with the southerly wind gusting to over 50mph.
Much of the talk on Tuesday was about the noise of the wind and the rain.
One result of the wild weather was the cancellation of the ferry.
There were plenty of white horses riding the waves.
The south facing coast was testament to the wild night.
Yet, on the island itself the sky overhead was bright and blue
It felt quite pleasant when walking.
The stiff breeze that was blowing felt balmy.
We did not reach double figures but it felt relatively warm.
And once again the Isle of Tiree topped the national sunshine stakes.
Mrs M joined in the seated exercise class at Baugh.
I needed to stretch my legs and exercise my index finger.
In other words I set out for a photographic walk around Baugh
The waves could be heard crashing on the shore at Baugh.
This was accentuated by the rocky outcrops and pebble coves.
Over and above this noise was the penetrating screech of gulls overhead.
My attention was caught and so I walked down to ‘Port Eibrig’
. This attractive cove looks out across Hynish Bay
There are views to Balemartine and Mannal.
You can make out the Hynish Centre.
Then there is Ben Hynish itself.
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It was fascinating watching the action of the waves and the gulls riding them.
The various gulls were not the only birds to been observed here.
It makes me realise just how limited my knowledge of birds.
Now onwards and upwards.
Leaving the beach it’s back up to the road.
It’s time to head inland – not that Tiree is very wide.
The restored monument to Dr Buchanan is a prominent landmark in Baugh.
Dr Buchanan was Tiree’s first doctor from 1860 until his death in 1911.
Beneath Cnoc Eibrig are the remains of a former quarry.
Leading off the B8065 is a ‘no-through’ road to East Baugh and Ar-dachaidh.
The helpful roadside signpost is for the much appreciated Tyrii Pottery.
The latter is housed in a former wartime building.
Daffodils brought a colourful start to the walk up this road.
The pottery is surrounded by a ‘host of golden daffodils’.
The walk might well be titled “Daffodil Way’.
But it wasn’t just flowers.
There were squadrons of birds.
Fist of all thee were gulls in abundance.
Then flocks of birds performing acrobatics in the sky.
Some of the land around here must just be above sea-level.
Drainage ditches often are full of what appears stagnant water.
In a few weeks time they will be home to a multitude of colourful flowers.
There was so much of interest:
Sheep black, white and shades of grey.
Mrs M would have liked to see the many lambs.
Some were taking life easy, others were calling for mum.
There were several fun features on the walk:
A tractor that was serving as a scarecrow.
Then there was what I guess to be a geese-scarer.
And what appeared to be the relic of a stone-age snowman.
Finally it was great to come face to face with some of the locals.
Some highland cattle and a highland calf.
What a day! What a walk!
Wednesday’s ferry has been cancelled too!
Can three ferry loads be accommodated in one wee ferry?
One other point of interest.
The day has been characterised by exceptionally high tides.
A fact that was clearly observed at the newly restored harbour pier.
This is ‘Life-on-Tiree’.