成人快手

When you live on an island, it is understood that life has got to be different from that of the mainland, it always has been. I live in a shelter house and daily I gaze from my front window towards the east over a small bay and over the vast sea to "Mull of the cold high bens"

Three days a week I can see Cal/Macs ferry appear in the distance and so into the harbour at Scarinish. Some days it is a gentle placid matter. Other days a heaving motion prevails. Then other days the breakers and white horses constitute the scene. So the onlooker is not without diversity as regards the sea.

The Summer brings a pleasant variation, a mood of contentment seems to prevade the ferry as passengers enjoy the freedom of the upper decks.

I consider myself blessed compared to those confined to the towns and the cities, where nature and the need for it to be part of ones life does not exist to trill the spirit of man.