Waiting for my passengers it felt so peaceful.
I was standing outside the Church of Scotland Manse.
It was one of these mornings when it all felt so very still.
Not even the plane overhead disturbed that stillness.
It was the tiny Islander plane from Oban via Coll.
Strangely it appeared to amplify the peace.
It was bright but not particularly sunny.
This too appeared to magnify the calmness.
The view out across Gott Bay was so appealing.
There was a lone yacht at the moorings.
From my viewpoint the crew were just visible
The pier reached out like an arm into Gott Bay.
In the calm waters it was striking but not intrusive.
Land, sea and sky seemed to melt into one another.
Neighbouring islands, although distant, felt close.
Rum, Mull and Bac Mòr to name but a few.
Even Mainland peaks were discernible.
It is the Scottish school holidays.
Last Weekend was the Tiree Music Festival.
The number of people on the island must have trebled.
This is probably most noticeable on our single track roads.
The festival finished on the very early hours of Monday.
Most festival goers made their get away that day.
On Tuesday the great exodus continued.
And today there are two sailings.
Well the Music Festival is over for another year.
Yet even before the ferry arrived there was a calmness.
And the remaining visitors somehow melt into the landscape.
This is Life on Tiree.