A Rare Return

 to My Favourite Place.  Three ferries, hours on the road.  High Society and Oklahoma once we put the city behind us; and we are well on the way.

Sunshine, fresh breezes, and a few squalls.  Early morning walks, to old haunts.  And a welcome reunion with Sheelagh.  Old friends and new.  Prompts and tasks, deep into the night.

As always the island gleams under crystal light.  Colours change, rapidly; all greens and blues on the water.  Until the next shower looms.

Morning rainbows.  Corncrakes, throwing their voices, from deep in the long grass.  Then you see one, out in the open.  It ignores you; lets you watch.

For some there's the joy of puffins, boat trips to take, other isles to visit.

For those of us with timetables and chores, the play hours have to come at the start and end of the day.  But even they might be research, always with notebook and camera to hand.

A brief moment before evening drinks.  A few snaps to share.  Just from the phone, for now.