A cockerel sounded the dawn this morning, awakening the lapwings
and oystercatchers in the nearby grass lands who joined the chorus. The sun
once again shone, and once again the wind blew, though the speed a little
reduced. We were heading up to North Uist today and had chosen some points of
interest we wanted to visit along the way.
Firstly, the ruins of Trinity Temple, a thirteenth century nunnery. Set in a field, populated by sheep, the lambs calling for their mothers as we approached. The building emitted just so much history.
Next the five-thousand-year-old Barpa Langass neolithic chambered cairn. sadly, because of collapse inside we couldn't enter, although John thought Angela could squeeze in. No Way!
Nearby, the Pobell Fhinn standing stones, easily missed, and unimpressive after the standing stones we'd seen at Callanish on the Isle of Lewis. So, with sightseeing complete it was onto tonight's stop on the north coast.
Wow! A beautiful bay swept out before us, white sand, turquoise water, blue skies. At last, Uists, this is what we'd been looking for. Across the Sound of Harris, we can see the mountains Marge had to cross to come here. It is a very beautiful spot, but very cold, the wind blowing from the north east, hardly ice cream weather. But this'll do wont it, Marge? Let's leave the Uists tomorrow with this view in our memories.
Last night unbeknown to us the northern lights had been visible,
and they are due to make an appearance tonight so we'll stay up in the hope of
seeing them. Meanwhile there's just us, Marge and the oystercatchers here. So
peaceful, just how we like it.
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