A strange feeling has settled over the island to my mind; we are waiting. Bardsey has been truly beautiful over the last few days; the sky could not be bluer, the sun has not stopped shining and the sea has been so calm. But it feels as if we are waiting for the party to begin.
In about a week’s time the lambs will start to be born, the migratory birds are probably already on their way, following ancient routes back to their breeding grounds, certainly the Manx Shearwaters must by now be on their way from the South Atlantic to find their old burrows on the mountain and in the banks, and the human visitors will soon be arriving for a day trip or a week’s stay.
The island will change; maybe it could be described as coming alive, Jim and I have been very privileged to have seen at its most secret time.
Elaine
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