We have no time to stand and stare

I was driving down the long trackway from Duart Castle, home to the Clan MaClean  on the Isle of Mull, when Holly, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly called out, pointing to the sky. I stopped the car and grabbed the binoculars. The excitement was palpable as we both realised it was aContinue reading “We have no time to stand and stare”