Heading to Castlebay for supplies, and orientation - the morning slipped away, and we took lunch overlooking the bay - at the Hebridean Toffee Factory and The Deck Cafe.
Kisimul Castle sits closeby in the bay. The ancestral home of the Clan Macneil - its medieval walls offer an impressive sight to those arriving by Ferry to the island.
Kisimul Castle (from Oban Ferry 16th Aug 2021) |
By coincidence Kisimul is also the ancestral home of our personal trainer Andy McNeil whose ZOOM kettlebell and pilates classes - had been keeping A and I physically engaged during COVID19 restrictions. I had come late to the kettlebell party, and throughly enjoyed the activity.
If you are local? I would highly recommend Andy his attention, confidence building, and humour was endless despite the limitations of multi-screen viewing.
Castlebay also offered the "Lime Kiln Trail", a short walk with interpretation and the relic of a lime kiln on show. In the Hebrides, lime was made using a peat-fired kiln, running at Ca. 900oC which reduced cockleshells to quick lime. This then formed the basis of lime mortar to be used for building works, when it was mixed with sand and water (Lime Kiln Trail interpretation, 2021).
On Vatersay, we had our first gripping encounters with corncrake viewing two individual males between 3-5m away from us, as they called and patrolled their small territories of rank grassland and iris, in the centre of the village.
The 'crakes confiding behaviour took us both by surprise, especially when we watched one male disturb a female from a nettle patch - and then display vigorously towards her, before she seemingly disinterested in the attention melted back beneath the nettles. I did not catch the wooing on camera, being content to watch and consign the event to memory.
Lime kiln - Rems. |
On Vatersay, we had our first gripping encounters with corncrake viewing two individual males between 3-5m away from us, as they called and patrolled their small territories of rank grassland and iris, in the centre of the village.
The 'crakes confiding behaviour took us both by surprise, especially when we watched one male disturb a female from a nettle patch - and then display vigorously towards her, before she seemingly disinterested in the attention melted back beneath the nettles. I did not catch the wooing on camera, being content to watch and consign the event to memory.
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