The sun is shining today, blue seas and blue blue skies, and the heather on the sitheans (pronounced Shians, like the holiday cottage here at Treshnish of the same name) is looking so vivid and strong. Walked the dogs up there at midday - the air was full of the sound of little bees buzzing in amongst a carpet of tiny purple flowering mounds of heather, and the heady scent of heathery honey sweetness. So beautiful. Seedheads of bog asphodel bright orange contrast to the purples of heather and rusting greens and browns of bog. Worn out Scotch Argus butterflies fly clumsily in front of us. And in the distance views out towards Rum and Skye, on the way home along a path of grassy turf dykes, part of the historic ruined settlement, leading across the bog to the lochan above Treshnish Old Schoolhouse.
