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Now that I've moved to another part of the island; I am delighted to have a small beach close to my house; being something I always wanted, which I haden't had before. I'm exceedingly fond of the sea and the seashore in spite of the fact, that I never in any way earned a living from it.
Yesterday being a good day, after some broken weather, I decided to take a stroll, as I often like to do, round part of the nearby coast. As I progressed, how pleasing to the eye and the desiring spirit, the beaches and the little coves and inlets, with a grand view of Mull ( Mull Of The Cold High Bens ) plus Iona ( Iona Of Collum Cille ) and The Dutchmans Cap; so very like this dutch headgear it in its old fashioned form. The land contrasts with the sea in a strange way - the greens and the blue sea interspersed with green. The October hue of green being dark on the hillocks and amidst the rocky prominotories. A scattering of seawead is already on the beaches after the high winds but, dear me, of what poor quality compared to what we were used to in years gone by.
Anyway, among this weed lots of seagulls rummage to get food; the starlings are down at it too while the eider ducks keep to the edge of the water to gain whatever sustenance there be available.
So that is what my little walk provided for me to view yesterday, and going on normality the next time is bound to be different; but I'm sure to blog on this theme again; a change from crofts and crofting, or at the worst, nuclear power stations.