Autumn in the Outer Isles can be somewhat blustery and at times storm lashed. Each year we get our share of violent storm force winds (Force 11 – winds over 64 mph) when it’s normally dinner by candle light and an early night with a hot water bottle. The winds can be very destructive and,
Considering that birds are an integral part daily life at Ardivachar they rarely feature in my accounts of island life. After a lifetime of watching birds the fascination has not faded but I prefer to watch rather than be distracted by trying to capture their magic with a camera. They rarely inspire my literary muse
or in my case 9 cows and their calves…..The Ladies are back! These are my contract mowers who arrive every year for 4-6 weeks in October to graze the grass on our headland. The grassland on our croft is managed to produce suitable breeding habitat for corncrakes, breeding waders such as lapwings, oystercatchers, redshank and
Waiting for the Tide of Inspiration syllables dancing in the spray,words rolling in grains of sand,antonyms hiding in fronds of kelp,synonyms twisted in shining alginates,will the wind release the rhymes,sonnets to soar above the waves,or leave them tangled in flotsampoetic debris, drowned doggerel?