All the birds of the air

Considering that birds are an integral part daily life at Ardivachar they rarely feature in my accounts of island life. After a lifetime of watching birds the fascination has not faded but I prefer to watch rather than be distracted by trying to capture their magic with a camera. They rarely inspire my literary muse… Continue reading All the birds of the air

Arrivals and Departures

I should know better by now but the arrival of autumn always takes me by surprise.  The gold of the buttercups is fading and the bleached heads of the grasses are a pale cream highlighted by the richer hues of the red clover. Russet brown seed heads of the wild angelica stand tall like skeletal… Continue reading Arrivals and Departures