#0024: A Midsummer Night's Dream
Updated: Jun 2
It’s 21st June, 2019.
The sky hanging over the Secret Coast is that familiar pale blue, fading to the lightest gold. The air is alive with birdsong and heavy with the scent of wild honeysuckle. Every hillside is hugged by fluffy, pink clouds of rhododendron in their final flush of blossom. A dragonfly passes overhead, its wings glinting as they beat in the evening light.
In the villages of Colintraive and Tighnabruaich, there are no lights on in the windows.
There’s no need.
It’s 10pm now, but nowhere close to getting dark.
Boats bob on the crystal waters of the Kyles of Bute, whilst the Isle of Arran looms in the distance like a sleeping giant.
Over in Ardlamont, a seemingly endless field of towering foxgloves stretches to the horizon as a peacock calls in the distance. A pair of young deer are silhouetted against the dying light as they break out from the cover of the forest.
Further up the shore, seals play in the darkening waters of Otter Ferry as the sun sets over Kintyre.
Away from the water, in Glendaruel, the nighttime creatures set to work. Owls and bats take to the now silvery skies over the glen, whilst pine martens hunt and forage in the woodland below.
Summer has arrived on the Secret Coast.