It is a beautiful but breezy Friday. This morning the MV Clansman cut a striking image. Due to the prevailing conditions she departed slightly early. On Friday mornings the ferry arrives at the Isle of Tiree at 9:35. How this past week has flown by. Today has the appearance of a catch-up day. It is […]Read more "Playing Catch-Up"
Saturday had been sunny – ideal walking weather. Sunday was the opposite – it was wild, wet and windy. In the early afternoon the gusts were recorded at 49mph. The sea was stormy. The tides were pronounced. However the Mighty Clansman won through. In the evening the wind abated. For a brief interlude the setting […]Read more "A West-End Walk"
This past week was the fifth anniversary of our moving to Tiree. Surprisingly there are still areas of the island we are yet to explore. However on Saturday afternoon we walked over terrain that was new to us. The main walk is described in the publication ’Tiree Walks’ It is one of ’Twelve walks through […]Read more "– A Walk – Further Explorations"
A red sky at night according to folklore is a shepherd’s delight. Yet not every red sky at night heralds fine weather the next day. Tuesday was a good example of the exception to the general rule. This week Monday’s sunshine was followed by a colourful sunset. However Monday’s sunset was followed by Tuesday’s low […]Read more "Come Fly With Me"
‘Happy Valley’ – Isle of Tiree. It is almost five years since we first walked to Lag na Cleite . We had just moved to Tiree and it was probably our very first walk.. The previous year, when on holiday, we had explored other areas. Our son, who had assisted with the removal, accompanied us on […]Read more "Lag na Cleite "
It is Sale Day on Tiree And If you go down to the pier today You just never know who you might meet. We were standing with friends booked on the morning crossing. At that point someone walked up and introduced themselves. They had a name that I was familiar with online. ‘Peter Windnwaves’. He […]Read more "“Pier Times”"
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. Skipinnish We have just returned from a long weekend visiting family on the mainland. This afternoon it […]Read more "Atlantic Roar"