Today finds us on the mainland, staying with family, before heading south to meet up with our grown-up children in London. By force of habit we look on-line at the weather on Tiree and see that, in common with much of the West Coast of Scotland, they are experiencing wind speeds in excess of 70mph. […]Read more "The Parable of Tiree’s Houses"
Sadly we missed what proved to be an exciting community event. Row Around Tiree organised by the Tiree Maritime Trust was held in An Talla (The Community Hall) and such was the community support that another event is planned for mid-summer’s day. Although an island, Tiree has not been a major fishing community. Known as […]Read more "The Noust"
Click to view a larger copy of the picture The origin and the meaning of place names can be fascinating. Most places names on Tiree come from the Gaelic spoken after the Viking power on the West Coast of Scotland had waned. Some place names are older; derived from the Norse, the Gaelic of Dal Riata and […]Read more "Our Very Own Port and Inlet"
It’s a braw day for a birthday. One friend wrote, “Happy Birthday Ursula, glad you are enjoying Tiree, even if the wind blows a lot!!” At this time of the year on Tiree the sun may be late in rising, but when it did this morning, it was a glorious sky. What’s more there was […]Read more "A Braw Day"
The Writer of Lamentations, in the Bible, knew the pain of suffering yet his testimony is this: The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. [Lamentations 3:22-23] Thank you Father God for a glorious sunrise. Thank you for your constant unfailing love. Thank […]Read more "Sunrise over the Passage of Tiree"
Another beautiful January day, with even more sunshine, meant a walk along Gott Bay. As we approached the bay the daily flight from Glasgow, operated by FlyBe/Loganair made its approach. (As usual, click each photograph for a larger picture.) The usual plane is an 18 seat Twin Otter. As well as the passengers, the plane […]Read more "In Flight"
When I was barely 14, I worked almost every Saturday, and most school holidays, delivering the mail. In those days the postmen and women were paid on a Friday and invariably one or another was not well enough to come to work the next day. Perhaps it is a sense of affinity with postal workers […]Read more "Watching for the Postman"