Day’s end

Friday evening: the end of the day and almost the end of our trip. The sun has shone from an unbroken blue sky all day – we’ll watch it set in the gap between North Uist and South Harris, during a tranquil hour which will serve me well during the next couple of days. Tomorrow we’re heading for Edinburgh – a relatively pleasant and easy drive; on Sunday we’ll head for the border and the joy that is the M6. There may be times on that journey when I’ll need to think back to these moments.

The pictures, which are in chronological order, need no captions.

White waves

Tuesday 17 October: Ophelia has passed, the wind has swung around to the north, and the waves are whitening the north Skye shoreline. I’ll start at Camas Mòr, then take a look at the view from the Bornesketaig clifftops. I’m catching the full force of the wind here – apart from a narrow zone a few feet back from the cliff edge (curious!). There’s a shower coming – back to the car quickly! On now to Balmaqueen, and the shore path towards that little white house on the edge of nothing. Surely it must get washed away?

Evening light

Weds 3 May: it’s a fine bright evening, clear but cold. We’re spending a few minutes down at Camas Mor, where there’s a little sailing boat with red sails (I know, we should have stayed until sunset) and the light’s catching the scattered houses of Bornesketaig. Later that evening, the sunset is spectacular, and after the sun’s gone down, there’s a sun pillar over the Harris hills.

Dun Liath

Thurs. 27 April: Cold and grey – but dry. Yesterday’s walk was busy (in relative terms, of course); today, we won’t see anyone else as we walk these unfrequented grasslands on the east side of Skye’s Trotternish peninsula. They weren’t always so quiet – we’re visiting Dun Liath, a small stone-walled hillfort, with the curious chambered walls which seem to be a feature of these structures. We walk on (across difficult soggy ground) to Carn Liath, marked on the map as a “chambered cairn”. Hmm – it may have been once, but today it’s just a pile of stones. There’s further evidence of habitation in more-recently vacated ruins which we pass on our way back along the grassy ridge (easy walking now!) to the car at Camas Mor.

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Later that day

28 August ctd: Taking it easy, at Uig pier, and later at Camas Mor.

There would have been more photos of this year’s trip. On our last day, the wind was blowing strongly from the south-west, and the west side of Trotternish was misty and grey. Perhaps we can get out of the wind down the east side, at Rubha nam Braithairean? Yes, we could – not only was it sheltered, but bright and sunny too – a perfect spot for a brief exploration. But I’d forgotten to put the camera in the car…