Our visiting friends arrived on Tuesday’s ferry. It is hard to think that it is Saturday already! This week the days have just flown by. And today we said our goodbyes. Tuesday’s ferry is a later crossing arriving at Tiree at 18:50. By the time we ate and conversed the evening had gone. There was […]Read more "When Time Flies"
Sunday lived up to its name. The sun shone brightly and beckoned us outside. The question was, ‘Walk around Scarinish or venture further?’ It was mid-afternoon when we headed out. We took the car still undecided exactly where to walk. We would park somewhere along the shore of Gott Bay. As we made to turn […]Read more "The Unexpected"
The sun is shining. The sea is a myriad shades of blue. And Tiree’s famous Machair is in full bloom. Walk, cycle or drive, the island is looking particularly beautiful. From East to West and North to South it is stunning. The island is aive with a riot of colour. It was just last week. […]Read more "‘Just Growing Wild’"
It was our visitors last full day on Tiree. What an incredible day it turned out to be. Both sky and sea were so many different shades of blue. The day had a leisurely start. In the morning we enjoyed a walk to the pier. Then we put our head into the Noust to admire […]Read more "Shades of Blue"
For a brief period in mid-afternoon it had clouded over. However, for the most part, it had been a sunny day. So it was we decided to go for a walk at sunset. Our chosen location was Gott Bay. Around 20:45 we parked the car at Kirkapol. We were just in front the redundant church […]Read more "Sunset Strand"
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"
Friday morning did not bode well. The ferry arrives early on Fridays – 9:35am. The weather was grey, overcast and with a breeze. A yacht at its moorings was evidence of the slight swell. The MV Clansman swung round to approach the pier. (The ferry always berths with her stern ramp to the linkspan. ) As […]Read more "The Elusive Blood Moon"