We went there, pictures were taken. Watch this space for a full report soon.
So here I am, back where I belong - but my heart is still in Tiree. The only thing I have been able to think of since my return is when I might go back there.
We were blessed with extremely good weather, but I believe thee island would retain its magic, even if the weather was dreadful. I find myself wanting to witness one of those fantastic storms I've heard about, or go out when the wind is so fierce it is all but impossible to make headway.
It used to blow like that on the foothills of the Pennines in Yorkshire where I grew up. Coming home from school it was possible for me to lean into the wind and be fully supported - like lying on a really soft couch - did you ever do that?
I digress. I'm plotting an early return with TL to enjoy the island at a more leisurely pace this time. It's all but impossible to find accommodation at such short notice, but we're giving it our best shot.
My greatest regret was that TL was not there with me to enjoy the beauty. Tiree offers the kind of relaxing chill-out break that I do believe she would enjoy very much.
So, it's fingers crossed that we can book everything and get out there at the end of July.
Here's hoping.
I saw this scene today and took 14 pictures of it and made some software stick them all together.
I implore you to click on the image to see a larger and far more smashing version. This island of Tiree is truly beautiful, and a little bit magical. It has been a privilege to be here and meet two very lovely people in Colin and Sue. Waxing lyrical? You bet I am.
We had a lovely game of eat the slug last night
I won.
...“Go to this site and you can make pictures that look a little bit like you.”
To get to this particular one, go HERE.
So, does it look like me? Even a bit? Louise, TL and myself took about 20 mins to come up with this masterpiece. It would be really nice to see you done in the same way on a blog near here. Go on, have a go...it's fun.
Whilst I think most people who know me might guess this was me, I do seem to have the appearance of a German or maybe Russian mass murderer.
It's OK, I can handle it.
Just don't mess with me.
It's the only sane explanation.
Outdoors, flies do what they have to do. They may not be nature's most photogenic beasts, but they go about their business (which often involves other creature's business - but that is not important right now), and everything is relatively fine.
Actually, they're cleverer than that, because they find a way into the most securely “anti-fly'ed” buildings. Through tiny cracks they crawl, they time their entry through seldom-open doors perfectly and they effect stunning and inexplicable break-ins through seemingly solid walls. So far so good.
However, when inside, they are a very different kind of beast. Away from the GPS signals through which they receive instructions and information they are completely clueless. The fly around randomly, unable to effect an escape, even with a wide open door being shown to them. They prefer, instead, to buzz around a tiny window pane till half dead.
Once they perfect a method of ensuring their “hive consciousness” works indoors, we're all dead meat.
Didn't she do well?
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