East End Eve

After a day of scattered showers, some more like downpours, the evening was a treat. So, father and son, the latter a frequent visitor to Tiree, set out to watch the sunset. The first thought was to head for Vaul but instead we made our way to Caolas.


From Caolas you look out across the Gunna Sound to the Isle of Coll. The sound takes its name from an island at the entrance to the Sound when approaching from the Outer Hebrides. In more normal circumstances, the MV Clansman would seen making her way through the Sound on a Wednesday when sailing between Tiree and Barra  and return.

A work of art

En route to Coalas, you drive past the expanse of Gott Bay, popular with Kite surfers. On this occasion the waters were so blue and this was equally true of any lochans that we passed. What was  just  as noticeable was how calm it felt and looked.

Looking down the Sound towards the Passage of Tiree

At this point alarm bells begin to ring. There may be fewer midges on Tiree than on other West Coast locations but that does not mean there are no midges! Nor does it mean that they’re any less viciousn – stepping out of the car and onto the Machair proved this point!

Great to see a seal -if only it had been an otter

We made our way towards the cairn that someone has thoughtfully erected on a mound that looks out across the Sound. Although we caught sight of a seal perched on top of a rock, frustratingly there was no sight of any otters. I guess I will have to go on one of the Ranger’s otter walks.

The sun setting behind the cairn

The view down the Sound included yachts and other craft lying at anchor in the calm waters. The crofts and homes added another aspect to what appeared a work of art.

East End Magnificence

With the sun sinking lower in the sky and about to be hidden behind the clouds on the distant horizon, we made our way back across thee Machair and took the track that leads to Miodar. We had chosen our viewpoint well. 

From East to West – looking towards Ben Hynish

With the golden ball peeking through a slit in the clouds and about to disappear altogether, we beat a hasty retreat towards the safety of the car. We did not wish to provide sustenance for those midges with teeth like piranhas. 

A different seascape close to Miodar

It was time to head for home and supper.
What a beautiful end to the day.

This is ‘Life on Tiree’.