It was the evening before the Tiree Maritime Trust’s Regatta. Just as significant it was the conclusion of ‘Kitchen Tales’. This event was held in the Baptist Church premises. In the morning the team would be flying home. They had been leading the holiday club. The evenings were for the older children. The team might […]Read more "Inspirational and Unique"
Apparently ‘dreich’ is one of the most popular words in Scots. It is not surprising that the word tops the popularity polls. However, the condition it refers to is far less popular. That is dull, damp weather. The word is most apt this evening. For those on holiday it must feel like a winter break. […]Read more "A Timely Antidote"
It’s Monday morning. The wind is gusting. The sky turns an inky black. Then the heavens well and truly open. This is the day the Holiday Club is beginning! The club is now in its third year. This year it is called ‘Kitchen Tales’. It is organised by Tiree Baptist Church. Help is provided by […]Read more "Kitchen Tales"
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"
You are advised, ‘Don’t tell a soul!’ Yet, in spite of the warning the secret is out. The island of Tiree is a fascinating place to live or visit. There’s more than shell sand beaches, azure blue water or amazing Machair. Careless talk can be costly. The fewer people who know the better. Secrets have […]Read more "The Secret’s Out!"
It’s just gone 9:00pm and the grass outside is turning to gold. The sun has not yet set but its rays are working their powerful effect. As the lengthening beams caress the landscape they entice you outside. As we step outside all feels calm for the air is still. It will be no long walk […]Read more "A Sunday Evening Stroll"
The week began with an intruder. It was a quiet Sunday afternoon in Scarinish. When all of a sudden a lamb burst into our garden. This woolly jumper had a taste for Mrs Life-on-Tiree’s flowers. Flowers that had survived perched on top of a case on the ferry journey. The banner headline is ‘Off and […]Read more "Off and On"