Maritime Memories 2018 It is that time of year to look back over the past year. Here are a few maritime memories associated with the Isle of Tiree. Maritime matters on the Isle of Tiree. Throughout the year surfers visit our shores. The ferry serves as a lifeline link to the Scottish Mainland. There is […]Read more "Maritime Memories 2018"
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"
Originally the forecast had been for sunshine. However the day turned out to be quite different. There was sunshine but dark clouds were never far away. Consequently chilly short sharp showers often hit the island. At first-light the Moon and Venus were visible to the south. The moon phase at present is Waning Crescent. Thankfully […]Read more "Decidedly December"
Sunrise is getting later and later as the days go by. At first light an orange glow began to fill the bedroom. Drawing back the curtains revealed the approach of a beautiful sunrise. To witness it at its best meant a short walk to the memorial in Pier Road. There was no need to wrap […]Read more "A New Day Dawns"
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"
The last we had seen of the Tiree skiff she was under wraps. She was sitting on her launch trolley at Scarinish Old Harbour. There ‘Gille-Brìghde’ lay under her protective cover as snug as a bug in a rug. Then just before lunch I was out walking. In front of the memorial in Pier Road […]Read more "Uncovered"