I sit here at a desk looking out across Tobermory toward the Ardnamurchan peninsular and the rugged height of Ben Hiant that dominates the background. Recent days have seen land and seascapes that have abounded with colour, warm orange to cold grey, and have inspired me to turn of the music, to instead listen to and see all about me. I am lucky to live within such a beautiful place, both the island and mainland.
We have been lucky to have a snap in the weather after a series of gales and storms, some with names, others unnamed. All of which shouted the house down atop the cliff overlooking Tobermory’s bay. But we survived with no more than a few more twigs and small branches in the garden, the trees clearly over the years having previously shed major limbs or succumbed and fallen over. I have a suspicion that where we now live is prone to wind and an expected occurrence on Mull, and I like it, the rough and raw sound is soothing to me and world’s apart from inner city noise that I was previously subject to.
I rejoin this post and it is now Thursday and I head over to Oban on the MV Isle of Arran for some business and to register with an NHS dentist! Claire’s joining me afterwards from school and staying over.
So something to look forward to.
I feel so lucky to be living her and for Claire to have made that first step for the both of us. I’ve only been here roughly 5 months and already I feel a part of the island and community. I still have roots back in Macclesfield and Manchester, and for that matter the north of England.
Claire - Oban Thursday 13th March