This evening was the last additional sailing in connection with the Music Festival. It provided another afternoon sailing to the island from Oban. It avoided an early morning rise for those travelling. It enabled those wishing to the visit Tiree for the day to do so. Instead of the return sailing to Barra, it was […]Read more "One Off – One ON"
The Tiree Music Festival is over for another year. Monday saw the mass exodus of festival goers. But it took two sailings of the Clansman. TMF over – the rain stopped and the sun shone. Monday evening was a real treat after the weekend. But that was just a foretaste of what was to come […]Read more "Sail Away"
What an incredible transformation! From poor visibility to almost perfect clarity. From murky grey sea fog to beautiful blue sky. From damp, dreich conditions to warm sunshine. (In galleries mouseover for captions, double-click for larger photographs) The change was not just sensory. The change touched and transformed feelings. Feelings of disappointment suddenly changed to excitement. […]Read more "Incredible"
There’s been a joke doing the rounds on Tiree. They should have had ‘Wet, Wet, Wet’ playing at TMF. It has been a weekend of persistent dreich, damp weather. On Sunday evening sea fog (haar) began and settled in overnight. The first ferry departed Oban at 5:30am and arrived Tiree at 9:20am. Long before the […]Read more "Wait! Wait! Wait!"
Tiree is a welcoming, working island. It is a surfer’s paradise, but it is much more. It is not simply a playground, but a home to those who live and work here. This weekend it is hosting the Tiree Music Festival. The Cornaig Ceilidh Band (Number 6) in the CalMac Tent. On Sunday the Church […]Read more "A Welcoming Working Island"
Is it the Thursday Edition? Or is the Thursday Addition? It matters not for it can be read either way. Appointments in Baugh meant no appointment with the ferry. Yet before dropping down to the old harbour the ferry was visible. As I crossed the machair beside Pier Road the ferry headed out to sea. I […]Read more "Addition Or Edition?"
Leaving the crofting township of Heylipol the sky was ablaze with colour. The sun was slowly dropping down behind Ben Hough. Crossing the Reef it was a sight to behold. By Scarinish the sun had set. The sun might have set but the sky was awash with colour. The colour reflected in the clam waters […]Read more "Sundown"