成人快手

My last blog online was on the 23rd of January. This time I'm not sure what my curtailing factor was other than the trials of life at a bad time of year. For the present I shall just be brief with my blog and indulge in day to day happenings rather than get boggd down with such gloomy issues as Climate Change and Global Warming; never mind Nuclear Power. Such subjects don't seem to be what island bloggers appreciate a lot. I'd like to mention, though, the importance of all these in our present world affairs.

Never mind, earlier this week, I did my first trip this year to Oban on board Cal/Macs ferry the Lord of the Isles. Outward bound the weather was quite congenial but two days later it was a different matter; even in the sound of Mull, rather uncomfertable to say the least. Open waters were more alarming so that a pier landing was uppermost in my mind.

Surely the weather will be improving as we progress into the Spring when my intention will be to travel well into the Summer.

In good weather there remain few places which give me the joy that a sail through the Sound Mull entertains me with.

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.