成人快手

Stand on a windswept beach, either the East or West beaches and hear precisely nothing except the wind.
Walk on the sand and listen to the tranquility of your own footsteps.
Turn round and watch as they disappear as the sea rolls in.
Only a few people can experience this delight on a daily basis and we are very careful to only share this delight with a few people.
Its not that we are a possesive lot, its not that we are secretive, its just that it wouldnt be like this if we wernt as careful as we are.
Over a thousand species of wild flowers on Barra and Vatersay, look at them, enjoy their perfume, marvel at their beauty, but leave them to grow where nature planted them.
On the boat the other day a bumble bee came to talk to me. He circled me first then landed on the cabin top, rested and then droned away towards the shore, I hardly had chance to wish him well.
Where else would birds land on the boat while humans are there and chatter away to you, then fly off unharmed and unphased.
People elsewhere talk a good talk, speak a good tale, but dont actually have a clue about a whole pattern of life and nature that has nothing to do with trade, commerce or anything other than what you see, hear and smell.
There are very very few bad smells in nature, think about it.

What does this have to do with my previous post?

Its good to laugh, its good to have fun and according to some, smutty fun, although you'll find it was just closer to nature than the PC brigade can often deal with.
There are too many serious faces I see every week.
People who dont look at what surrounds them.
They dont look at the barren beauty that doesnt hide itself away.
Nature will bring you rewards that 'things' never will.
Talking about what we have to the Press wont do anything except increase some newspapers circulation.
Im more concerned with my own circulation than that of the press.

HOWEVER what about a new business on Vatersay offering stress councilling(no drugs involved), solitude(just a few of us in a new tin shed somewheres), good food (remember the lamb stew), painting (the shed doors), wild flower drawing(Bluebell wheres the pencil), bird watching( You Tiree men should get out more), boat mending (where did I put that spanner).
I shall be pleased to see what you ladies and the odd gentleman can come up with over the next week or so.
I have to warn you that the PC brigade will be watching (I dont mean moderator Ann you understand) so keep it wholesome and above board.
All personal details sent to me will be kept strictly in accordance with the data protection act in my wee black book under the mattress.
Come on now!