A Calm Day at Sanna

We walked at Sanna this afternoon on a day when hardly a breath of wind disturbed the sea - glorious for us, but no so good for the many windsurfing enthusiasts who have gathered on Tiree for their annual festival.  In the short time we were there, a number of ships passed including the fish farm well boat Ronja Skye (left) and the Belgian minehunter M921, BNS Lobelia. The dark island to the right is Muck, with Rum in the distance behind it and Canna to the left.

A persistent cloud sat for much of the time in front of the sun, but this produced some interesting studies in contrasts of black and white.  This is the Ardnamurchan Point Lighthouse viewed across a becalmed Sanna Bay, with another passing ship in the distance.

The Sanna car park seemed crowded with six cars in it, but we only saw two parties on the beach and a couple walking in the hills.  One of the joys of Sanna is that there is so much room even a crowd can get lost in it, and there's always a deserted beach to enjoy.  As we walked along this one the tide was coming in and, like Robinson Crusoe, we were shocked to find a footprint.

Walking along the rocky clifftops of the north coast we came across this little group of toadstools.  At a time of year when the countryside's colours are muted, they seemed out-of-place, but one supposes that there is good reason for them to be so brightly red: is it a danger signal to frighten off anything that might have ideas of eating them?