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Recently, Pickle has become almost completely blind, due to severe cataracts – which developed over the course of just a two or three weeks. She has adapted amazingly well : she seems to have a remarkable mental map of the house and garden (and even beyond) ; but she has to be left to find her way about, as carrying her at all leaves her confused and distressed. She loves a sunny warm windowcill – even if only the wan sunshine of mid winter.
At the other end of the house, the east bedroom has a big window looking out on a very different scene – inland and mountainous in character, compared to the west bedroom (ours) which looks out across machair, islands and oceans. Here, as the sun lowers in the west, the shadow of our house extends a quarter of the way to Roineabhal.
Later still, but from the east bedroom window, again, the light is failing fast. With the sun now below the south-western horizon – behind the islands to the south west, the shadow of the Isle of Barra casts darkness over the southern end of Uist, and the waters of The Minch. In the far distance – 30 miles to the east, its just the the snow-covered peaks of the Isle of Rhum that catch the last rays of roseate light that passes over the top of the lower hills of Uist and Barra.