It’s the crack of noon, the dogs have been swimming in the Minch and I am suffering from a sufficiency of red wine. Thank the lord I have the dogs. They make me feel guilty. So I could well become a Wee Free.
The weather took a turn to normal. I put another couple of layers on over my mankini. The sexes are hard to differentiate up here. This is coral sand at Uig.
The view from the van at Uig. What a road and what a place, I got lost. Three times! So lost that it cost quarter of a tank of diesel. I got to places that the camper was too big for Gallan Head is a place everyone should visit but I was too involved extricating my house to fully appreciate it. I’ve seen footpaths in Derbyshire wider and they are the path to the outside toilet.
This plant was created on a Sunday. Never seen one like it. It’s called a Lewis Dock. Both the above images are open to proper folk to identify.
I then moved the truck to the seat of Clan Edwards. Oh Dear! What an evening. I’m renowned, if not celebrated, as a piss artist but did I have a wonderful time. Amazing how a Scouser and a Yorkshireman can sit for hours without falling out or fighting. It’s either French wine or old age or being abroad to blame.
Graham has House Martins. I know they are common in temperate England but up here they are not even recorded. The poor buggers are trying to build a nest out of peat and sand. They are struggling to make it stick to his wall.