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,
A Cold Wind Blows
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