The Passage of Tiree was like glass today. No wonder at 10:00am the wind speed was 1 mph. When the MV Clansman berthed at Tiree’s pier (11:05) the wind was 5 mph. Since coming to Tiree four years ago we have felt drawn to the pier. Most days we walk at least once or twice […]Read more "A Glassy Sea"
“Gott: A Walk! Gott: A Walk! Gotta Walk! Gotta Walk! Gotta Walk!” We had a stormy Sunday. We woke up to a wet Monday. However, we enjoyed a sunny Monday afternoon. Just as forecast the sky turned bright blue at 12:30. You could actually see the weather front move through. Historic Kirkapol Chapels No wonder […]Read more "Gott A Walk!"
It’s the first day of September. And what a start it is to the month. The air is still and the sea is flat calm. The view across the Passage of Tiree is clear. Tweet-Five miles across the millpond is the Isle of Mull. Half way across is the distinctive shape of Bac Mòr – […]Read more "Calm as a Millpond"
One of the features of Island Life on Tiree is Changeover Day. Those occupying holiday lets have to vacate the property. The accommodation has to be cleaned and prepared. A few hours later the next guests enter. Traditionally Changeover Day has been a Saturday. Recently various lets have chosen a different day. Capacity on the […]Read more "Changeover"
There are big boats and small boats and all kinds of craft And cruise ships and training ships out on the sea When watching around the Isle of Tiree. It was around breakfast time that we noticed the vessel. “Look out the window there is a multi-mast sailing ship.” I was rather dismissive for all […]Read more "Big Boats and Small Boats"
The journey is from our house to the pier. On foot it only takes just over five minutes. On the way you pass ‘An Turas’ – a journey into the landscape. This evening the journey was into a landscape coloured by the setting sun. In Pier Road the Memorial had taken on the colour of […]Read more "The Journey"
Goodnight from the beautiful Isle of Tiree. It is the end of another warm July day. All is calm. It is Thursday evening and there is hardly a breath of wind. Washing still out on the lines must surely be dry.. The wind sock on the pier hangs limp. Although it is warm and still […]Read more "Goodnight"