WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?— W.H.Davis
Sometimes it’s all too easy to get caught up in modern life, failing to stand and just enjoy pure simplicity. Yesterday evening, while out walking our Jack Russell, the sun had just set over Mull and the high tide was gently lapping at the shore as the evenings full moon rose over the nearby hills.
Several bats fluttered across our path, collecting the few insects that remain at this time of year.
The twilight was being mirrored in the water across to Lismore; the air holding that special clarity that it only ever seems to do in this cold half of the year.
We listened to the gulls in the estuary and the call of a curlew on the far bank, it’s sound almost haunting in the quickly dimming light.
Walking further we came across the moon reflected and shimmering brightly in one of the small burns that here, in places, run down off the hills and into to the sea.
…and then carried softly on the breeze was the sound of a local bagpiper, practising his reel.