Low Tide

... is play time.

I could have blipped any number of photo's of the dogs at play on the sands. This is my fathers Labrador, Tarka in full flight with Cocoa. The high tide touches the garden wall on Springs and comes over it in a storm but, at low tide the water runs far into the distance.

The house is on a very small peninsular with salt flats and the Great Moss behind and the open sea to the front. It is a veritable haven for wild life. I saw the Osprey fish close to me as I ran the dogs, the one time I didn't take the camera with me.

It wouldn't be hard to live off the bounty this area provides. A walk along the beach soon provides cockles, muscles and razor shells. The tide often traps fair sized fish in the pools that are created by the receding tide and pots hung from the rocks would soon catch large crabs, squat lobsters and lobsters. The water is clear as the peat from the hills will allow and clean. There is no peril in eating it's bounty.

Argyll is well known for it's rains and the storms that batter the coastline but, the air is surprisingly warm so the wild flowers and fungi thrive. No shortage of pickings here for a hungry man either.

It's no surprise that within walking distance from the house there are many standing stones, an Iron Age Fort, cairns, carved rocks and circles. Testament, spanning 5000 years, to the areas past populations and it's ability to provide food for man.

In Kilmartin Glen there are more than 350 ancient monuments, 150 of them are prehistoric. Not bad for a place so far from anywhere!