Somewhere under a rainbow…

We’ve had a run of stormy weather recently. Unlike the rest of the country, however, we’ve had no snow and this entire winter has seen maybe two mornings of frost. i never cease to be amazed at how the Gulf Stream keeps us so mild that palm trees grow. I look out my window to see a huge palm in the neighbour’s garden opposite.

I managed to take some photographs between showers today. No matter the weather, the beach looks amazing.

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Yesterday I was delighted to see several dunnocks in the garden. Sweet little birds.

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The Peninsula

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The Kintyre Peninsula is in a very unique position geographically.

From my bedroom window I look out onto the Atlantic Ocean with the Inner Hebrides just a few miles away. I can stand on the beach and look out at Islay, Jura and Gigha. The hills on Jura, known as the Paps of Jura, are currently snowcapped and stand out beautifully against the blues of ocean and sky.

Walk a mile down the road in a southerly direction and, on a clear day, I can see Northern Ireland.

Travel six miles east across to the other side of the peninsula and Campbeltown where beautiful Davaar Island sits in Campbeltown Loch. Continue to look east and there is Ailsa Craig, floating like a giant pebble on the Firth of Clyde. Beyond that is the Ayrshire coast.

Head up the Carradale road and to your right is Aran where houses are clearly visible. Just now the mountains are glorious. Yesterday we drove to Peninver and spent ages just gazing out at Aran from the beautiful beach. Travel a little further north and you feel like you could almost reach out and touch “Scotland in miniature”

So next time you wonder why I moved over three hundred miles to Machrihanish, remember these photos and how beautiful my home is.

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Surfing

The ocean around here is perfect for surfers. The waves are incredible and many weekends see groups of wet-suited young people having fun in the sea.

Glasgow University surf club often hires the village hall and makes a weekend of it. And you know, you’d never know they were here! I have been surprised at how quiet and respectful they are of the village and they leave the hall – and the beautiful beach – exactly as they find it.

Some weekends I’ve seen surf lessons on the main beach and wished I were younger, fitter (and able to swim) so I could join them. It looks like such fabulous fun!

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Sunsets

One of the things I have loved most about living here is the quality of the sunsets. All summer long George and I would wander down to the beach to watch the sun sink beneath the horizon. The sky was never the same any two evenings. One night we’d be treated to a range of purples and pinks and indigos; the next it would be oranges and golds and reds.

The reflections on the ocean were mesmerising. On more than one occasion I walked down with my camera, sat on the rocks and just waited, watching. Time stops at the ocean. I can hear the waves and observe the sky flirting with the setting sun, but I could be there at any time in history. It’s only when I turn my back on the sea and walk back to the road that the 21st century returns to me.

I hope you’ll enjoy some of the sunsets I’ve shared here.

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