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
A Cold Wind Blows
Steel Birds
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
The Moment
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