I came here on the fourth of July and my days have been full ever since. In my first few weeks, by walking the island (9½ acres, with a ½ mile network of wooden walkways and cobbled and marble-chip paths) and re-reading the books of Richard Frere and John Lister-Kaye, I have begun to see how the island might have looked back in 1968/69 when Gavin Maxwell was living here.
Island Wildlife 
