After the woodland walk yesterday I decided to take some pictures of Harbour Street from the island you’ve seen in earlier posts.  At low tide (the tide here can shift as much as 6 meters I’m told) the island is accessible by foot. The boast sitting on the mud in the last photos is Martin’s […]

… with my friend Kenny yesterday.  He had to run to Inverness to drop something off and then pick up wood shavings and briquettes  for the cold and hot smokers. We took the road by Loch Ness (see 2003 postings for photos.)  I didn’t bother to ask Ken to stop so I could take pictures […]

Most of my wanderings are focused on what to do in an area when I get there and not so much on the place I’m staying. I consider the hotel/inn/guest house simply a place to grab some shut-eye, wash up and get out of the weather. Whilst I have, for the most part, been fortunate […]

Here on the island of Uist the ‘U’ is as the letter is called, ‘you’ whilst we landed in Uig, pronounced ‘ewe ig’. Ullapool, farther north on the coast is ‘Ah’ lallapool.  Go figure.  As I said earlier, I’m sure it is just to mess with foreigners trying to get pronunciation correctly. The shores of […]