Denise: For many folk who come on holiday to Uist – especially the regulars, the islands offer an escape from the drudgery of daily life, the chance to ‘live the dream’ – if only for a week or two. The more active bring bicycles or walking boots or kayaks (and some bring them all!); for some it’s binoculars and cameras and wildlife guides; for a few it’s guns and fishing rods and wellies; and I suspect most bring a book to read in case it rains. But for a lovely couple who came to the Big Garden the other day, staying at house over Boisdale way, the ideal runs along differrent lines: he’d brought his Clarsach (the small Celtic harp). and she her bread-making machine. Now this I really do understand! Anyway, just in case you think that’s a bit over-the-edge, what about our neighbour and mentor Eòghann – an Mullach, the man of Mull. He came here to Uist in 1962 with a young wife and eventually set up a family croft between Stròm and Loch Baghasdal Taobh a Deas, where there was no road and the children had to go to school barefoot on horseback over the hill and anything and everything came to the house in a small boat from Lochboisdale. In 1967 he and the family made a rare holiday ‘back home’ to Mull: they took with them their croft milking cow, so that they could be sure of good wholesome milk for the children and anyway how else would the cow get milked? Seems reasonable enough to me – especially as the return fare for the cow on the ferry to Tobermory was just £1!