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The expression “Mermaid’s Purse” is slightly euphemistic. It conjures up images of Ariel and Sebastian, belting out another steel drum standard in Trident’s underwater kingdom. Personally, I like to imagine the mermaids leaving their purses in a pile on the
I opened the door, stepped out into the morning sunshine, and heard it. A satisfying “snick” – the sound of a cog tooth settling into a new groove. Everything was in a new groove. Overnight, the wheel had turned and
The water came almost to the rim of my wellington boots… and that was all it took to make them feel bold. Under the milky surface, shadows slipped between drifting knots of weed. They ventured close to where I stood,
Incredibly, it has already been a month since I moved to Tiree. The island has changed in that short time – and it has changed me. Lamentably, not all modifications have been for the better. Living on Tiree in winter
Tiree is an island of many moods. On some days, the flaxen light and tender fluting of swans drip like mead over a patchwork of croft fields. At other times, the wind drives white horses high onto the beaches. For
Boarding MV Clansman called those unsettling half-dreams to mind; the ones where everything seems the same, but is also somehow different. CalMac’s trademark décor was bathed in the familiar whiff of burned toast. But my instinctive route to the bar