Loading the boat, note Maggie's leopard skin bag - very Isle of May. |
Coming into the harbour. |
Isle of May lighthouses. |
The tracks are greening up |
Leaving the island |
It was a glorious morning and the island was quieter than last time. The guillemots were absent, at the beginning of the season they come onto the island for a few days at a time and go back out to the sea, gradually spending more and more time on the island. The gulls were gradually taking ownership of their colonies, herring gulls in their pristine breeding whites and even one or two lesser black backed gulls, recently returned from their wintering grounds in Spain. I got in a quick walk round and surprised a few more unusual visitors, a big female sparrowhawk in the Top Garden, a short-eared owl down buy the Lowlight and a woodcock along Holymans. And then I had to head back to the mainland, with the island sun-kissed, tranquil, golden and blue it was a wrench. I might get to stay a couple of nights next week but my time for staying proper won't be for another 3 weeks.
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