Just as a distraction, here's a photo we forgot to put in. We thought it was nice and the blog is for us to remember too. It is on the road towards Oban.
|The road bridge at Connel. Only 150 miles away from where we are now.|
Harris is as wild and beautiful again and Ray says it is very similar to the Falkland Islands including the peat farming. The whole of the Outer Hebrides is made up of either peat, rock or sand. As a result the islanders farm the peat for winter fire fuel. They have a patch allocated to them and simply remove the top layer of heather and then cut strips of the peat underneath and stand them up to dry. They then collect them up and store them at their houses. The original removed heather is replaced behind them to reinstate the landscape.
|Peat slices stood up to dry. Apparently it stinks when burned.|
|Tiptoe through the stepping stones......|
|I don't understand, it's really sunny and I am freezing.|
|Barbados minus about 30 degrees.|
We had bought a book on the walks of Harris and Lewis and decided on a couple for the next couple of days.
Thursday 7th June.
This morning, the wind has died down totally, the sun is out and so are the shorts and t shirts for our first walk to visit an iron age home up in the hills. We set off on a relatively level gradient and then Ray decided that maps are boring and we shot off up hill. I also nose dived the ground and lost my left foot in a swamp, so that makes us one all on getting wet feet. However all is forgiven as the views were wonderful and we thoroughly enjoyed it, ....once it was over.....
|A short break on our walk|
|The white house was about half way.|
|Home sweet home|
We chased around for the next campsite and found one outside of Stornaway. I spoke with my Mum on the phone and was telling her all about the good weather we were having and laughing about the amber alert on the mainland. Big mistake, huge! We put our little tent up, sat in it for about an hour, got very worried by the wind that was pulling it about and ended up taking it back down. Didn't bother us for sleeping in the tent though.
Friday 8th June.
Well, it is very gray today, seriously windy and cold. We decided not to let it bother us too much though and went of to visit the Butt of Lewis. It really is called that. We passed through lots more desolate countryside and finally reached our destination. We got out to have a better look and as can be seen from the way my hair is standing straight, the wind was fierce.
|Who needs hairdryers|
|The lighthouse at the Butt of Lewis.|
|Leaning into the wind.|
|But the wind produced this beautiful scenery|
Decision made, we are off to the Standing Stones at Callanish. It is not known why these were built but they had several modifications (stones added) over the centuries leading up to the birth of Christ. In the center was a burial chamber but this was added about 2600 BC whereas the original stones were erected about 2900 BC.
|The Standing Stones at Callanish. Better than the last set we saw above.|
|She's there somewhere...|
|The center stone at the burial chamber.|
|The view from the Standing Stones.|
|The long and winding road.....To Stornoway.|
I am quite happy as we have been compensated with a nice bottle of wine, (I am cheap). Ray however is distraught as it is not his usual "Quality wine, Liebfraumilch".