Feeling we'd seen the best of Harris and Lewis and being so near the ferry to Uist, along with increased wind speed overnight we drove down to the ferry terminal at Leverburgh where we telephoned the Cal Mac office at Tarbert and changed our crossing tomorrow to four o' clock this afternoon.The lady from Cornwall, next to us last night, arrived and did the same.
With time to kill we drove up to the tiny church of St Clements at Rodel. The church dates back to the sixteenth century and was well worth the visit. The stonework is in remarkable condition considering the elements it is battered by on the cliff top. Several of the clan Macleod are buried there.
As the ferry slipped from its berth we both had that feeling
of nervous excitement when you travel somewhere for the first time. We'd become
used to Harris and Lewis and its rugged terrain and white sand beaches. We did
not really know what to expect of the Uists.
Our plan on arrival was to drive to the most southerly point at Eriksay, Norse for Eric's Isle, so we could enjoy the views whilst the sun was still shining, as tomorrow rain is forecast.
As beautiful as it was driving the length of North Uist, Benbecula and South Uist via the many causeways, we abandoned the overnight stop. The wind was strong, forecasted to increase. Sometimes life doesn't go too well. Angela really
