floo-reech-en Pronounce the -‘ch’ as if you were saying ‘loch’. Run the sounds together, gently does it; emphasis on the first syllable. There you are – that’s how you say ‘flowers’ in Gaelic.
Summer seems to have appeared out of nowhere. Granted, there was a spell over the weekend where it was cold and windy and everyone was back in their wooly jumpers, but for the most part the past few weeks have been glorious. Every inch of grassland has some kind of flower or jolly plant growing on it, sprung into life.
Baby birds are appearing from their nests, waddling about warily. It’s lovely, really. Remind me of evenings like this, evenings where it’s calm, warm, relatively midge-free. It’s barely dark for anytime at all so midnight walks are perfectly acceptable; farmers nearby are out working their fields ’til all hours making the most of the good weather. It feels like a waste going to sleep when there’s so much daylight.
Just off the coast of Argyll, tucked away in Loch Linne is a small, verdant island called Lismore. I recently visited for the first time and took mere minutes to become enchanted.
Fantastic textures on a little used pier…
Decaying paintwork in Balnagowan
Birds foot trefoil just about to bloom
There is so much to see on Lismore. As a result of some very inclement weather days out and about were limited (I have a high tolerance of rain and wind, but I have my limits and these were met on days 1 and 2). Happily, the rest of the time made up for it. We explored just about every corner of the island on a combination of bikes and on foot. Everywhere we travelled we were met with a smile or a wave, or on occasion a look of slight pity on long uphill stretches… There’s a fantastic community spirit on the island, which, for being small, is really admirable. The smells of wild garlic and salt water haven’t left me yet. I already can’t wait to go back.