“It’s a braw mornin’.” “Out for your constitutional?” “It’s a fine day, even if a bit chilly!” These were the greetings from this morning. From first light there was a strong hint of a braw morning. There was every evidence there would be a view of the sun rising. So after breakfast it was over […]Read more "A Braw Mornin’"
Sunday evening was crowned with a sunset. Monday dawned fair but by the afternoon the wind was beginning to rise By 6:00pm you knew it was going to be a wild night of wind and driving rain. It was indeed a wild 12 hours with the southerly wind gusting to over 50mph. Much of the […]Read more "White Horses And Golden Daffodils"
It’s Goodnight from Life on Tiree. It is a good night – a very pleasant evening. This morning’s rain passed over and the sun came out. This afternoon’s breeze dropped and the wind sock hangs limp. A casual glance out of our south facing window reveals two hares. They are sitting erect on the horizon, […]Read more "It’s Goodnight"
Sheep are an important part of life on Tiree. We just have to look out of our windows to see sheep. When walking, cycling or driving you need to be aware of them. On occasions they occupy the road and are reluctant to move out of the way. The start of sale traffic arriving on the […]Read more "The Sale"
Once again we had occasion to make a delivery in the West End. Our destination lay in the shadow of Ben Hough. We we did not go as midwives or as a vet We did however visit the nursery. First of all we were introduced to a mum and her triplets. The nursery was a fenced off area in […]Read more "In Ben Hough’s Shadow"
It really feels as if Tiree has woken up. (Not that the island was ever really asleep.) The weekend ferries have been extremely busy. The birds are singing and the machair is awakening. Out and about you are conscious of birdsong. Walking or driving you sense colour returning to the island. When the sun shines […]Read more "Awakening"
On Monday we had to visit someone living at Hough. Our return journey brought us back via Crossapol. We wanted to photograph some lambs. A picture for the grandchildren! En route we just had to stop at Cornaig. The daffodils by the Millhouse Hostel were eye catching. We were spoilt for colour – blue sky, green grass and […]Read more "A Splash of Colour"