Carloway Broch

Today it rained. And not just a wee smattering. It poured. Horizontally. So no walking, and a message from Seumas at Sea Harris that the planned Wednesday was looking unlikely for the St Kilda trip, but Thursday looked better.

Instead we hopped in the car and did a wee tour of possibly the most uninspiring parts of Lewis (not this particular broch, that was actually quite impressive, contrary to what one eejit in the wee visitor centre thought, out loud, but not actually to the woman manning (womanning?) the desk, just in earshot, so he could slink out in cowardly fashion before getting back into his Range Rover). Anyway, we struck north to the Butt of Lewis, swapping hills and rock and beaches for... Flat marshland. Okay, so in the rain that sort of landscape is always going to be a bit of a let down, but even so...

A gallery trip did nothing to raise satisfaction levels (some nice paintings, but some wonderfully pretentious patrons - they all seemed to come out on the same day - completely monopolising the poor woman running the show); the weather had beeter improve tomorrow!

In colour