Back in God's country...

So here we are, suddenly thrust back onto the Isle of Tiree.

It was raining when we got here, indeed, the rain and general inclemency affected the sea portion of the journey profoundly. As soon as a ferry hits a swell, two things happen almost immediately:

1: A group of excited children, teenagers and excitable parents gather at the front of the observation lounge and shout “Wahaaaaaaayyyyy!!!!” each time we hit a big wave. The rules for the sound emitted are not strict, with sound people merely screaming, and others politely applauding.

I did nothing. I didn't even look. I placed my faith in the anti-seasickness pills I had taken - and the soporific effects they engendered. To look at the waves, or indeed to move in any way would have been to invite greater waves of nausea - which brings me to point two:

2: A slight smell of vomit lingers in the air.

Nevertheless, arrive we did, and the unpacking was done with good grace, although not much enthusiasm. We were all wrecked on so many levels. Time to sleep. We hurriedly unpacked our bedding, made our beds, and then lay on them.

I should point out that I am on holiday with Jac - a good friend from way back, and her son Tris. Tris nobly stood in for TL, whose fresh status as an ex-wife of mine somewhat precluded her from accompanying us on this occasion. Not the easiest situation to deal with, but it seemed such a shame to waste a perfectly booked holiday on Tiree - particularly as booking a cottage here is so much in demand. I won't pretend that some sort of black market deal did not occur to me.

Upon waking after the bliss of 4 hours sleep, I noticed the weather had brightened considerably. The sun showed its face and the afternoon soon lit up in a more traditional and usual idyllic way of Tiree. That said, even in the rain, the island retains a little of its magic.

My, how good it is to be here. Surely, of all the places on God's good earth, Tiree is the one which has the capacity to raise my spirits?

The pictures are of our first meal together, beautifully cooked by Jac. Most welcome. Thank you Jac. I did take pictures of the rain and the shine, but a caera card error snatched them away again. Ah, well.

More reports soon, assuming I manage to sniff out some internet...

Comments

[Rebecca]

You have found travel sickness tablets that work in a storm, I will have to have a chat with you when you get back. That looks like a yummy shepherds/cottage pie with broccoli.

[Liz Curtis]

The nausea was obviously overcome very quickly!
Enjoy the peace and tranquility this beautiful island affords you. :-)

[christine]

Have a great time Andy - hope to see you when you get back.

[Jason]

So that's where you are. I do hope that you manage to relax and have fun and everything. Try to cram a month's relaxation into your week - really force it!

[Tim the Enchanter]

Have a good holiday Andy!

[Jason]

Oh, it's not a holiday Tim. Andy is living there for a week. He's not a tourist.