Day 11 -- Sunday, the 6th July
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| Fruit salad with granola and yoghurt (JS and me) |
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| Scrambled eggs on toast with smoked salmon (me) |
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| Boiled eggs with soldiers (adc) |
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| Scrambled eggs on toast with smoked salmon (JS) |
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| Sheep are also enjoying breakfast -- in the front garden |
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| Also, this family of scaups |
After breakfast (scrambled eggs turn out to be how they make them best), we drive to Macleod's Stone, a short walk across a beach. En route, we stop at an honesty store.
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adc stealing from the local supermarket
It is hone to a boutique-mustard brand called MustHeb |
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| "Do you have change for a tenner?" |
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| Macleod's Stone |
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Devil's enjoys a well-deserved dram |
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| adc by the Stone for a sense of scale |
I finally dip my toes into the ocean and goof around a bit in the better weather (at last), before we trace our steps back to our vehicle.
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| Jellyfish |
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| tOMoH is getting cold feet |
As we change shoes, a minibus parks near us and unloads its passengers. I recognise the Haggis Adventures logo on the driver's shirt; we chat a bit.
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He and his colleagues made a pact to get the yellow bus tattooed
on their bums. He chickened out at the last moment and
went for the arm instead. |
Our next stop is Scarista, where we plan to walk on another beach. We almost crash into a red van driven by a hipster who does not understand passing places. Fortunately, no harm.
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| Also on the way: redshanks |
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| And mergansers |
The beach is larger and just as pretty. Less crowded too. We spot great black-backed seagulls and oystercatchers.
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| JS and tOMoH at this year's Marathon des Sables |
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| Devil's takes the opportunity to work on his tan |
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| Under the watchful eye of oysercatchers |
Back to Leverburgh for a quick refresh, then we are off to Rodel to see St Clement's Church. It is an easy five-kilometre on road (not too frequented) and the weather is now gorgeous.
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| The steeple appears in the distance |
The church in question is peaceful and pretty. It is in great shape too. Even though it is never crowded, visitors follow one another in quick succession, which means we are never entirely alone. Nae matter.
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| Claymore-adorned tombstones inside the church |
The walk back facing the wind is a little less enjoyable, but fine enough. Incredibly, at ten kilometres, this will remain our longest hike of this trip.
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| On the way, this waterfall |
A shower, then supper at the B&B. It is Sunday: it is likely the only place that serves food on the isle. New guests have arrived: two ladies who are cycling the Hebridean Way. They are more distant than the couple from last night, but we make do.
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| Smoky Lentil Soup, Croutons |
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| Grilled Haddock, Hazelnut Butter, Jersey Royal Potatoes, Cavolo Nero |
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Pink Lady Crumble, Blueberry Creme
Very good, though the yoghurt is superfluous for my taste |
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