With the school summer holiday season behind us, and autumn in the air, today’s been a rare – and well-earned – day out – without pangs of guilt. Even so, with the cost of fuel so high, our itinerary included – inevitably – a number of work-related stops. Here’s some highlights of the non-work stops, all unplanned, though somehow there seems to have developed, during the course of the day, a theme on the subject of memorials.
Yesterday, being Sunday, we had a quiet day pottering about, Becky and I.
After an early morning jog (okay, that was just Becky), and breakfast, we set off for little stroll, along the GR131 long-distance path, to Orzola, at the far north end of the island – about 10km away. Passed through volcanic landscape, yet with many neat and apparently productive fincas/smallholdings, with innumerable walls or enclosure of volcanic rock providing shelter from the wind (and cold night?) for tender fruit trees or bushes.
Shelter walls, along the GR131, Lanzarote
That’s a bus shelter, by the way. Somehow I can’t see that particular design catching on in Uist.
At Orzola, we stopped for a ‘spot of lunch’, overlooking the harbour. It’s where the ferry to Isla Graciosa sails from, so we picked up an horario [timetable] – for another day when we feel more inclined to exertion and adventure!
Sunday being, by convention, a day of leisure, we had no desire to disturb tradition with anything more challenging than reading our map upside down and calling Holas! to the same old men tending their even older fields that we’d called Hola! to in the morning. So back to Màguez was just the 10km back as well.
So, no, we didn’t do anything much yesterday. It was Sunday, after all.
Not a doing sort of Sunday. More of a Being Sunday.
Denise: As Autumn advances, visitors to the islands become few and far between and the roads and beaches fall quiet. So too at The Big Garden and The Hebridean Woolshed! Over the years, we’ve tended to keep the shop open until … well, until we thought it was about time we packed stock away to protect it from cold and damp of winter. That could be as late as the end of November!
This year, with customers increasingly expecting to find our opening hours on the internet – and us to keep to them!, we decided we could do with more down-time (though that could turn out as more time to make new stock for next year!), so we set the end of the season at 30 September. Except that it won’t be … it will be the 29th. That’s when I’m flying off to ‘foreign lands’ (a-ha! you’ll have to wait to find out where I’m going to!), and J will be kept busy doing … well, doing everything. I’ll be having some real down-time, complete with breakfast-in-bed, reading-in-bed, waited on hand-and-foot.
So, if you’re wanting any Big Garden jam, chutney, lemon curd (there’s two jars left!), fresh herbs, Hebridean hogget lamb – and of course anything from the The Hebridean Woolshed, you’ve got until next Wednesday. After that we’ll be open only for eggs and preserves: anything else and – well, we’ll see you next Easter!