Storm Dennis is currently sweeping across all of the UK. In Shetland, at the fringe of the low pressure area, the storm barely registers over and above the normal state of windiness (much windier than here in the Outer Hebrides). It’s ‘down south’ (that is, from a Scottish perspective, in England and Wales) that’s getting a hammering.
The forecast for today was for cold but fine dry weather, so yesterday evening we prepared the motorhome for a rare long day out exploring. With a full day available, it’s worth travelling further, and short of taking a ferry, that means going as far as the islands connected by causeways) of North Uist, Baile Sear, and Berneray. We spent the morning walking with Tilly in community-managed woodlands in North Uist, and after cosy lunch in the motorhome with the heating on, we drove round the island ‘ring road’ to Greinetobht, where we parked up at the head of the beach and pulled on our boots and gear for a long walk around the Udal peninsula. Unfortunately, the clear skies and sunshine were completely obscured by dense sea mist and spray : we definitely needed our waterproofs on! The walk was cold, wet and windy, but it’s an exhilarating walk, and so we enjoyed ourselves all the same!
J > It’s already two weeks since I travelled here to San Martín de Unx, Navarra, from the Outer Hebrides. I’ve travelled on my own this time. This year, no-one was availabe to the boots of us both. There’s building work to our house here in Navarra that needs my supervision ; so D has stayed home to look after all the animals (and lots of other things, besides, I hasten to add – before D does!).
J > Here’s Lur with our grandson Enaut (now nearly two years old), waiting for Catherine and I to finish fiddling with phones and set off for our walk up round the old castle ground up at the top of the hill, here in San Martín de Unx. But first we need to put shoes on Enaut!
J & D > A few days ago we went for an evening walk in Eriskay. Starting at our croft store in Bun a Mhullin, we walked east to where the blacktop stops, and then continued eastwards along the old pony track to a ruined crofting township in the far north east of the island. Ròisinis was finally abandoned in the early 1970s : by then there was mains electricity, mains water, even the telephone had reached Ròisinis ; but what the township lacked was a road suitable for motor vehicles.
Today was forecast to be the last day of day-long sunshine before another longish spell of rain and wind, so we shut the Hebridean Woolshed and set up camp (with the motorhome) at the Loch Druidibeag car park, for a day of walking and discovery.
If there’s one thing that’s certain, it’s that in future we’ll be travelling more often, and travelling long distances, too. And that new era started with a flight to Glasgow, then on to Bristol, and after a night at a hotel in the city centre, by bus out to Warmley – on the eastern edge of Bristol – to collect the new vehicle.