anthony galvin
TAGGED: SCOTLAND
There’s always another island.
Looking west from Haunn, Mull I can see the island of Coll across the water. The weather always looks slightly better over on Coll, the sunset brighter, the beaches a golden streak across the dark island.
And beyond Coll, the Uists, connected, almost to the conjoined isles of Harris and Lewis. There is always another island.
Which creates a slightly uneasy feeling, an unrest. A glance at the ferry times, thinking about the logistics. In the same way some people feel compelled to cycle up alpine passes, bag Munros or tick off indian provinces, the very existence of un-visited Hebridean islands creates some kind of implied experience vacuum.
Until perhaps you reach St. Kilda, the edge of the world, just Greenland to keep it a distant company.
But this is really a flat earth approach to island hopping, where the horizon represents the edge of the known world. A spherical planet surely means that there is always another island, near, far or unreachable.
2014-05-12 09:10:43 GMT permalink
Mountains of the mind.
We’ve been back in Buckinghamshire for a couple of weeks, but the Isle of Mull - the mountains, beaches and views are still travelling with me.
Sun set from Treshnish. Looking out over Eigg, Rum and Skye.
2013-07-07 21:26:38 GMT permalink
Gone for a ride…
Calgary Beach, Isle of Mull, Scotland
2013-06-13 12:02:08 GMT permalink
46 species of birds, we spotted in a week in the highlands
In no particular order:
- Linnet
- Rook
- Merganser
- Wren
- Dunlin
- Heron
- Collared Dove
- Wood Pigeon
- Greenfinch
- Sand Martin
- Swallow
- Osprey
- Buzzard
- Guillemot
- Cuckoo
- Cormorant
- Thrush
- Chaffinch
- Razorbill
- Oystercatcher
- Great Black Backed Gull
- Herring Gull
- Kittiwake
- Stint
- Sanderling
- Greylag Goose (with goslings)
- Robin
- Pied Wagtail
- Siskin
- Sparrow
- Willow Warbler
- Chifchaff
- Blackbird
- Mallard (with ducklings)
- Great Spotted Woodpecker
- Great Tit
- Blue Tit
- Coal Tit
- Wheatear
- Skua
- Shore Lark
- Sky Lark
- Plover
- Starling
- Meadow Pipit
- Great Crested Diver
2012-07-14 19:59:00 GMT permalink
Land, Sea, Sky
Two years on and we went back to one of my favourite wild places. Achiltibuie, Coigach. The effect of the weather on the landscape, and the landscape and weather on the history of the people of these small string like villages is clear.
But when the sun shines and you have time to sit, relax and observe it is a landscape with power and beauty that slowly reveals itself; the abundance of bird life and wild flowers, the way the light changes and plays on the hills of the nearby Torridon mountains, the persistent call of the cuckoo and the sudden appearance of a young deer.
We will be back.
2012-06-26 21:18:00 GMT permalink
Lifes a beach. 1800 miles of driving, lots of walking, some cycling and one haggis. More pictures from Harris and Lewis on Flickr.
2009-06-01 22:06:00 GMT permalink
An autumn day on the west coast of Mull. It’s been wet all week and the desire to sit by the wood burner with a book and wine has been anchoring us all to the sofa.
But today it’s bright and clear, though the wind that’s bringing the change of weather is wiping down from the artic with an icy core.
Treshnish point is a rare corner of our nation of islands. Probably continuously inhabited for the last 6000 years, it wears the impact of human endeavour lightly. The landscape shaped by a mix of people, farming and the elements that sometimes pummel the exposed beaches and clifftops. There’s evidence of old sheep pens and landings as I walk beyond the last cottages at Haun.
In late autumn the wild flowers that I’ve seen here are in retreat but the grasslands that foot the rocky steps are punctuated by a variety of fungus and mushrooms that stand out with their red and yellow marks against the bright greens and moody greys of the landscape.
With the wind behind I’m blown down the winding track past the rocky coves and rock stacks that look out to towards the twin islands of Coll and Tiree, and the carved presence of the Treshnish Islands. The ground is a little boggy underfoot in places, the result of a wet end to autumn.
On along with the coast watching the huge waves crash into rocky stacks and across small pebbly beaches punctuated with small caves and dark black rock pools. As I round the corner, the vista opens up. The islands of Gometra and Ulva nestled into Loch Tuath. At first glance the two islands look like one, but on closer inspection the small gully between them is just visible in fading light. In the distance hidden amongst the clouds Mull’s own Monro, Ben More forms a brooding backdrop. Tomorrow the first snows of the winter will dust the tops, but today the mountain looks grey and austere.
A few minutes trying to soak it all in and then I turn, stoop into the wind and battle back along the headland to the comfort of the fire.
26/10/2018 permalink