No words required!
We took a little detour one day down a very narrow road and came across this abandoned croft house. It was quite stunning, even in its abandoned state, and full of character. What stories it must be keeping secret! It was overlooking a field where the ‘patchwork’ of the lazy beds were still clearly visible and the hay was still piled up on wooden frames, then covered with net, to dry.
This fine tup was keeping an eye on everything, including us!
The Isle of Harris Golf Club, at Scarista, has to be in one of the most stunning locations in the UK. And on a day like last Tuesday it was perfect – glorious sunshine, very warm, hardly a breeze to even ruffle the flags and very quiet. Husband thoroughly enjoyed playing 18 holes and the dogs and I just sat, enjoying the views and chatted to a local worker who was upset that he had taken his clubs out of his van that morning because he normally carries them with him just in case! When two of his pals, having escaped from their work, arrived to play a few holes he was even more upset about the lack of clubs. Lovely friendly people.
On all our previous visits the flag poles have been at angles of 45 degrees, the wind was so strong, and you had visions of your ball being blown in totally the opposite direction that you had hit it! The sun has always been shining but invariably the rollers have been pounding on to shore quite spectacularly! On Tuesday they just rolled in gently.
These three Red Deer stags were calmly enjoying the warm evening – no midges! – and in the perfect viewing point for the sunset. However, the colours of the sunset on the evening we photographed the deer, from very close quarters, was rather pale but we could clearly see the St Kilda islands, 40 plus miles away, and that was an extra bonus.
We returned to the same location the following evening and the sun set was spectacular.
Just back from here. This trip we stayed just four miles from the ferry and the location was wonderful. We looked across to the site of the old whaling station at Bun Abhainn Eadarra. Daily visit from a seal, presumably the same one as it always hauled itself up onto the same rock. Gannets diving every day for fish. One morning a Sea Eagle skimmed the water and left with its breakfast in its talons.
There are times when our girls are totally under control one minute and then seriously wild – to varying degrees, depending on age! – the next. A beach seems to have this effect on them, at any time of day, but their favourite (and ours) expanse of sand is Traigh Losgaintir, Harris. What joy! And fun!