The air was still. The sea was was calm. It was a beautiful morning, even if there was a nip in the air. There was an added attraction to being out of doors – an orange glow was lighting up the sky and colouring everything it touched.
Our home lies tucked in beneath the slight rise of a stretch of the Scarinish Headland. Although there was the glow of the rising sun as yet the sun’s orb could not be seen.
Close by is the vantage point of the Memorial and I made my way towards it. There it was standing out against that orange glow.
Sunrise was at 08:11 and even although there was a blanket of cloud over Tiree the rising sun was clearly visible over the Isle of. Mull. Through the break in the cloud cover the sun was making its dramatic appearance.
From the Memorial I looked out across the Passage of Tiree towards the Isle of Mull with its Munro – the towering Ben More. I was just in time to catch sight of the sunrise.
Looking over my left shoulder and across the waters of Gott Bay the sunrise was being reflected by the windows of the former Kirkapol Church building.
To the south, some 50 miles away, were the Papa of Jura. They too stood out against the distinctive orange. To the right of the Paps the much lower lying form of West Islay could be made out.
Tracking back from the Paps of Jura towards the rising sun, the low lying Ross of Mull appeared as if it was a series of islands. Behind the Ross of Mull are distant mountain peaks.
By now the sun had risen and its golden globe was masked by the clouds, but its transformative glow was still much in evidence.
The glow was reflected on the dishes on the BT Tower and the white walls of the houses reflected the glow. Meanwhile sheep quietly grazed in this pastoral setting.
While the glow lit up Scarinish it did not quite make it as far as Ben Hynish and the NATS ‘Golf Ball’.
It was time now to make the short walk down to the pier, in part to have an uncluttered view of the Rum Cuillin.
No doubt those across Gott Bay in Ruaig enjoyed this morning’s sunrise. However, by the time I arrived at the pier, Ruaig was under that blanket of cloud and devoid of any sense of glow.
Yet , looking slightly further round the Bay distant mountain peaks and ranges stood out against the glow. So often the best views of isles and peaks are clearer when the sun is not high in a clear blue sky.
There was time to just have one more look across the Passage of Tiree towards the Isle of Mull and to appreciate God’s handiwork afresh.
The Paps of Jura would remain visible for the remainder of the daylight hours, but sadly the would sit under grey skies.
Breakfast called, but there was time for a brief chat with our friendly, helpful Pier Master. A reminder that whatever the weather Tiree is a working island.
Later in the morning, around 11:00, we would be back down at the pier to say goodbye to various friends going off on the busy ferry. “God be with you” till we meet again.
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