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Travel Blogs from Isle of Harris
... 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 ...
We visit Borrodale Croft. It's lambing time. A wee orphan lambkin is in good hands with Jane. A surrogate mum will be found for it. Jane names it Rosie!
Sam's land is extensive and diverse. We tramp one of the most breathtakingly beautiful sections. We start our walk to Waterstein Head on the moorland at Borrodale Croft.
It is a glorious day. In the distance the 'grass is greener' and the white specks ...
From Australia, and with the help of Jane, I organised a small textile workshop (Shibori) to be held in the Glendale Community Centre.
Laden with silk and dyes and beating heart, I forayed forth.
The photos tell it all!
At the appointed time six Glendale residents arrived at the hall - five women and one man. Grey/brown coats, scarves and hats were removed and carefully stored. There was an air ...
... cold nights and rainy days. Hello to our tent, communal facilities (when we're not wild camping), and our little gas burner and aluminium panikens.
Now, dear reader, I don't want to have you wondering about our sanity or getting out your handerkerchief through distress at our lot for much of the next four months. I should paint a more fulsome picture.
This was our first night 'under canvass': we were propped up in down-filled sleeping bags that are rated ...
... s blackhouse? I'll place a photo or two on Facebook - you know, pictures and a thousand words - but, in short, it's a small hut, hand built by a crofter well over 350 years ago, constructed out of black basalt rocks, walls at least two feet thick, but mostly deteriorated to ruin many years ago. Be that as it may, any with the walls still standing are now much desired and, for those that are let out like ours, lovingly restored.
So, what's a crofter, I now hear ...