Oh it’s so nice to be blogging again. Here is the first installment of my posts about our trip to the Outer Hebrides. Usually, we drive across to Skye via Inverness to catch the ferry to Harris. But this year, a certain band called The Wanted were playing near Glasgow the night before our ferry. So we drove South a day early, and the Dafter and her Dad went to her first concert. They waited for SIX HOURS for a standing place – and came back to the hotel completely euphoric, having had a fabulous time. So that was a good start to our holiday.
The next morning, we drove to Skye a different way from usual (still a day’s drive). It was a memorable day, marked by three mishaps that happened to others (and were okay in the end). Firstly, stopping in Crianlarich, we encountered a distraught South African woman who’d been been left behind by the bus to Glasgow! The local policeman was very kind, made lots of phone calls and found out there would soon be a train going to Glasgow (very luckily she was stranded in one of the few towns in the Scottish highlands served by a train!). We later heard that she was reunited with her luggage, and did make her flight home, helped by others along the way. We’d been delayed by about half an hour, so rushed up the road through Glen Coe only to witness what could have been a dreadful accident, but was not. We finally arrived at “our” cottage at 10 pm, to be flagged down by another visitor who’d found a sheep completely tangled in barbed wire. Michael helped out the two locals who took charge of freeing her. Half an hour, several cuts, and numerous midge bites later, the sheep was hoisted back over the fence and galloped away. We gave thanks that evening for our safe journey!
The crossing on Saturday was just beautiful. (Can you smell the fish and chips being served in the cafeteria?) On Sunday we were joined by dear friends from London, and their daughter who is a great friend of the Dafter. The weather for the next few days was just superb. As you can see, the colours of the water in Harris really are tropical, even if the temperature of the water is far from it:
It was wonderful to catch up, cook (them), knit (me), and chat. There was great hilarity from the girls’ room and no small amount of singing and dancing as well. We had some superb sunsets, too. It was like going back a few weeks in time, because it was light later on the Western Isles than in Aberdeen. In fact, although we had clear skies, stargazing was out of the question for me because even at midnight it was too light to see stars.
We were visited by one absolutely amazing rainbow, which we could see in its entirety, although it was impossible to catch all of it on camera:
This photograph from the end of a busy day of walking and beaches tells you everything you need to know!
We’ve stayed in this cottage every year for the last 12 years (mostly summers, but sometimes Easter). The last day of our week always entails a rather futile effort to remove the sand from the hall carpet!
In my next post, a visit to Willie Fulton’s studio. I hope you all have a great weekend!