It was a week of wild weather. A week when wind and rain conspired together. A week when ferries and flights were cancelled. It was a week when shop shelves could not be restocked. Some days there was little mail to be delivered. The mail arrives from Glasgow by plane. No plane! No post! It […]Read more "What A Week!"
In Scarinish we live close to the pier. We have a long standing love of ferries. (There are no trains or engines on the island!) So it is natural that we should be drawn to the pier. But it is not just the ferries, it is a place where people meet. The ferry and the […]Read more "The Pier 2018"
There is normally no sailing to Tiree on Fridays under the winter timetable. So the stormy conditions that affected much of the network had no impact on Tiree. Throughout the day the wind speed and gusts steadily rose until they reached 68mph. Between 5:00pm and 8:00pm the wind was at its highest. At times the […]Read more "The Day After"
‘The Mighty Clansman and a Hebridean Princess’. It sounds like a folk tale. It even has a Hebridean ring to it. The tale begins at Gott Bay, the Isle of Tiree. It is Monday the 15th October 2018. At 8:45 the Hebridean Princess slipped into Gott Bay. And at 8:55 she berthed alongside the pier […]Read more "The Clansman And A Princess"
You learn something new every day. Today the learning curve concerned anchors. To be more specific it concerned the phrase ‘anchors aweigh’. The phrase is often misspelled as ‘anchors away’. This has led to confusion as to its proper meaning. The common misconception is that it means to ‘drop anchor’. It would appear that the […]Read more "Anchor Aweigh"
The sea is calm. It is a starlit evening. There is barely a hint of a breeze. It is difficult to believe the forecast for tomorrow, Sunday. The normally conservative forecast is for gusts in excess of 50mph. Look back to Friday evening. It was a most attractive sunset. This was true no matter which […]Read more "Starlight Special"
There are very few deciduous trees on Tiree. The normal mainland indicators of autumn are missing. There are no golds, yellows or reds, no conkers and no leaves to kick. Island Colours of Autumn However, the yellow irises are preparing for their winter repose. Their green leaves are turning brown as they die back. Very […]Read more "The Colours of Autumn"