Easter Monday brought with it bright, relatively warm, sunshine. At lunchtime we had a responsibility that took us across the island. The day and the trip were a reminder of the delight of living in the Hebrides. Tiree is the most westerly of the Inner Hebrides. It is also low lying with three main areas […]Read more "Hebridean Delight"
Day One was Tràigh Shorobaidh. It is also known as Soroby or Balinoe Beach. This 1.5km beach is at the West End of the island. It lies between Crossapol Point and the township of Balemartine. The clue to our second beach was ‘Have you GOTT the Clue?’ Our second beach walk was at the East […]Read more "Day Two – Second Beach"
Two days and two different beaches. (Not that there are only two beaches on Tiree.) On Tiree we are spoilt for choice when it comes to beaches. Some people have a favourite beach. Personally we find each beach to be different. Each beach has its own distinctive characteristics. And unlike some islands Tiree is surrounded […]Read more "Two Days – Two Beaches"
Sunday mornings are generally spent with the church family at An Talla. After lunch with friends at Heylipol we made our way to Sandaig. There we parked up and headed for the beach. In galleries mouse-over for captions, double-click for larger photographs Approaching the beach we came upon Tiree’s latest ‘Mother and Baby Unit’ The […]Read more "Strolling at Sandaig"
It was an evening’s walk on Tiree’s Atlantic facing coast. A walk that was made all the more enjoyable by company. A stroll that was enjoyed as the sun slowly set in the west. “Shall we go to Balephetrish or Gott Bay?” Balephetrish won and so we headed to Tiree’s north coast. We had no real distance […]Read more "Enjoyable Company"
This morning’s brief walk up Pier Road and down to the harbour then back across the Machair brought into focus a sad fact of life – to island life in particular – the death of a majestic sea creature. Going down the brae to the harbour the ranger’s van was parked at the bottom with the […]Read more "A Sad Fact"
Mrs Life-on-Tiree had a responsibility in Baugh. (Baugh we have come to appreciate is pronounced ‘Bag’.) So, the opportunity was taken to walk along Tràigh Bhàigh. Once again it was a beautiful sunny day. It felt warm as there was hardly a breath of wind. Unusually the waves were not roaring in like an express train. […]Read more "Bag A Beach"