Erraid - A Tidal Island

I haven't written a poem for long while, but the beauty of experience of the Isle of Mull, and it's tiny tidal island Erraid inspired me. 

So here are my words, but don't worry, the pictures are here too, and they can tell a better story than I can. 

Erraid: Check the Tide Times First

To walk to an island.

It sounds like a greater feat than it was.

No great straits crossed, or long journeys delayed by weather.

But Erraid was a joy nonetheless.

Wandering among the rippled sand, pulled into formation by the receding tide.

While marvelling at the crevices and boulders of pink granite, sparkling in their rain and sea sprayed coats.

A stranded jelly, an abandoned crab case, streaks of shipwrecked seaweed and shells showing us we were on the fleeting foot path to the island.

We took a walk to a tidal island, and made it back ashore before the sea took our footprints away with it’s return.