One of those mornings when Iona and the Ross of Mull peep over the horizon, islands floating above a sea of light. Then the sun breaks, itself fluid, a drop of steel from the furness, burning gold flowing like mercury.
One of those mornings when Iona and the Ross of Mull peep over the horizon, islands floating above a sea of light. Then the sun breaks, itself fluid, a drop of steel from the furness, burning gold flowing like mercury.
Welcome to Tiree Alan! Gordon (Cornaigmore).
Thanks Gordon, your video blog of the wild winds was one of the things that drew us to Tiree! … and we were at the Defenders gig a few weeks ago, so saw you in action!