Peatstack

The Peatstack has not been able to contribute much over the last couple of months, just the sheer weight of work, but a walk with the dog this evening bought an unexpected sign that spring is upon us - the first time this year that I've heard the snipe (naosg) drumming over head. It is difficult to imagine a sound that is more evocative of the island than the whirling, shimmering sound of the snipe flying on a spring evening. At this time of year I often find myself standing at the end of the house listening to the dusk-time sounds of the moor - the plover, the snipe - if I had to take one such experience on Desert island Discs, that sound would be my luxury.