Tomorrow holds in store an appointment with the ‘Lord of the Isles’. On Monday morning we board the ferry bound for Oban. From there we travel to Glasgow and on to London. And what a memory to carry away with us. Sunday was indeed sun-day. Daylight hours were mostly a radiant blue. What is more […]Read more "Memorable"
No Red, Amber or Yellow Alerts for the Isle of Tiree. The island has avoided the worst of the weather. In fact it has remained green for go. It has been unusually cold for the island. Sadly there have been burst pipes. Imagine a frozen ‘Island Loch’. Imagine crunchy sand. It’s been cold! On at […]Read more "Green For Go"
It’s December 26th. Through the ages it has been given various names. In some countries and cultures it is the 2nd Day of Christmas. From early on it was named after the first Christians martyr Saint Stephen. Nowadays the 26th of December is often referred to as Boxing Day. According to the Oxford English Dictionary the […]Read more "A Thank You Box"
In many ways the island is quiet at present. In other ways there are many events taking place. After all it is a busy time for Santa and his island helpers. At times during this past week there has been a swell running. Standing outside our front door you can hear the waves breaking. There […]Read more "Quiet Beauty"
What a beautiful winter’s day on the Isle of Tiree. We have looked out on a snowy landscape For the most part it has been no problem. No hassle. No inconvenience. What a contrast with reports and photographs we have been receiving. Tiree Airport was open and ready for business today with the runways cleared. […]Read more "Snow! No Problem!"
“Look at that!” “Look at those colours.” “Just look at that sunrise.” In Galleries double-click for Larger Photographs. Mouse-over for Captions Tuesday’s Sunrise “Look at the sky right now!” It has been like that more or less all week. Our eyes have frequently been drawn skyward. There have been inky black moments. There have […]Read more "Skyward"
It all began with the sound. This was not the stillness of falling snow. It was the incessant rat-tat-tat of hail pounding on the windows. The showers were short and sharp. They were intense while they lasted. And the effect on the ground was dramatic. Looking out the window you could be forgiven for thinking […]Read more "It’s No Snow"