Showing posts with label Isle of Barra. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isle of Barra. Show all posts

Thursday, 21 July 2016

Family holiday

There has been a bit of a gap in the blog this month as we went off on the annual island hopping family holiday at the beginning of the month.

As some of you will know we are creatures of habit and go each year to the same place on the Isle of Barra.  It gives us a good sense of what it is like for those of you who come here every year - those questions and expectations popping into my thoughts before we get there?

Will we have a good crossing? (No, quite rough!)
Will anything have changed in the cottage?  (New lights in the kitchen and sheepskins on the sofa)
Will they have started building the new house (right) next door?  (No)
Will any of my favourite tin sheds have blown down? (Yes)
Will we hear the corncrake from the cottage as in previous years? (No, sadly - and we felt their continued absence keenly)  (We did see a corncrake chick though which was very exciting)
What will the weather be like? (Terrible some of the time, fantastic some of the time).

Will it be the best holiday ever? (Yes, it always is).



Machair on N. Uist


Sunset over the neighbours rooves


A spare chair on Vatersay


Tide rushing in


Oystercatchers catching the light


Noctilucent clouds


Sea spaghetti


Sitting ducks


Washing out


Peat cuttings


House next door


Only the window display to show this is the Top Shop


Wheels of Stonecrop


In the oven


Dogs on a leash


The castle in the bay on our last evening

Monday, 29 June 2015

#30DaysWild - day 28

Day 28.

Photographs for now, words to follow.












Sunday, 15 April 2012

Tig

Looking for voles.

Everyone living at Treshnish was shocked yesterday to lose Tig, victim of one of those tragic accidents that you cannot foresee or prevent.

As a pup on Calgary Beach. She always tried to get the ball from Cap.

'Miss Independent' - Tig with Cap and Jan.

Tig on her first ever holiday.

The photograph above shows Tig surveying the world from Heaval, the one mountain on the Isle of Barra. Her trip to Barra last summer was the only time she ever left Mull. She loved the beaches, but thought the Barra voles were in short supply. She was a free spirit with a huge character.

We will all miss her.