Machair

Again the machair blooms. Again these wild Atlantic shorelines, battered but unbowed as the marram grass, survive the wayward blasts of winter, the silver sands endowed with dancing colour, greeting the splendour of the budding year. A close bound repertoire of nodding harebells, celandines and thrift, clover, thyme and tiny eyebright, near and far, a sweeping backdrop to the wave-washed shore. Sea campion, marigold and silverweed, majestic iris, buttercup and mayweed, bashful wild orchids, and a myriad more, each in their order pays homage to the sun. Bedazzling the eye, High Summer has begun.