Saturday 23 April 2011: The Uists
Horse ride in the morning galopping along on sandy white beaches.
Well, that was me happily speeding along on my sweet connemara pony. Klaus was caught on a big strong highland mare freaking out on quads passing by and had to be held back by to girls who sweated their dear life out.
Spent the night at a beach at the northern tip of Uist where Karlchen was busy looking pretty against the setting sun.