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... to the port of Uig where we caught the car ferry to Tarbert at the Outer Hebredies. We are staying at a little Inn tonight and were the only people here tonight. Very quiet! We've been incredibly lucky with the weather so far but apparently a cold front us coming next week. We'll be here fur the next two nights and will attempt to find a TV to watch the Wales vs England game tomorrow and hopefully try and catch the Cowboys game. Go the Roos too Bruce!
Fran and ...
... gloves and scarves were quickly donned- in August! The crossing from Harris was fairly smooth although our hire car and the refuse lorry parked next to us seemed to have had a sea shower. The ferry took us into Berneray and from there we drove south covering: North Uist, Grimsay, Benbecula, South Uist, and Eriksay - stopping at various points of interest as we went. We then caught our next ferry which can only be described as a smaller version of Dartmouth's higher ...
... a Thorburn dog name since time immemorial. He is a treasure - 14 years old and completely deaf!
We wander further down Lorgill and explore ruin after ruin. This was a thriving community!
There is discussion about the grave of a religious figure from the past. Apparently he was buried rings and all. About forty years ago his grave was looted. Sadly, the giant 'headstone' was not replaced centrally. "No respect!" laments Sam. And as the ...
... a young steer chasing a mother duck and her brood of eight ducklings! Every time the steer succeeded in dividing the flock, he'd withdraw until Mum had reassembled her brood, then he'd dive back in and chase them this way and that until they were again divided. What a hoot!!
And so to dinner. We'll have some photos on Facebook soon, but the bandwidth here may prevent us doing it in the short-term. We're planning to move to Harris and Lewis on Friday. More later.
... Scotland and travel for a while looking out at the beach, and it took us a good 20 minutes to work out that the log on the beach wasn’t actually a log.
It was a minke whale.
Semi-buried, and not whole, but a whale non-the-less.
I later found out it died from natural causes, and one of the universities has used it to further their studies. So it was a hacked whale.
I walked past it, and continued up the beach til I had no one around me. And ...