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Tuesday, 8 July 2025

June-July 2025 Arran, Skye, Western Isles (Part 13 -- North Uist to South Uist via Grimsay and Benbecula)

Day 13 -- Tuesday, the 8th July

Our breakfast is a continuation of last night's dinner. Ha! Ha!


Arran Cheddar Cheese with Arran Mustard


With Orkney crackers, breakfast of champions


We take advantage of not being on a scheduled breakfast to make an early start. Soon, we are driving through the east of beautiful North Uist.

Our first stop today is Barpa Langais. The weather is so-so, but we are not afraid. From the car park, it is a very brief walk to the burial place. It looks like a heap of stones, these days, and an unorderly one at that, following a collapsed roof, a while ago.





From there, we take a path through very boggy land to the top of the hill. Despite the bad weather, the view is calming and spectacular.


Is adc on the left or on the right? She is... ON BOTH SIDES!


We go down on the other flank of the hill, down to a remarkable stone circle. A lovely place, really.




The stone circle is partially hidden by surrounding vegetation



The path then goes through Langass Lodge gardens before returning to the car park via the road. It starts raining.



We then drive southwest to the next island: Benbecula. Completely incidentally (ahem), the first thing we see there is the distillery. Would be rude not to stop.


Because it is very beautiful, if nothing else


We take the standard tour. It is a bit basic, and the staff is clearly learning -- one explicitly so; the other one makes up some answers as she goes (e.g. she claims a new still only has twenty years of life before it needs to be replaced). Ah! well. As a sidenote, the latter guide is imported, which makes me reflect on the intention to "create local employment" again.


The malt mill


Washbacks


Wash still


Spirit safe


Spirit still


We try their new make, then their gin and a "while we wait" rum, as well as a "while we wait" whisky from Teaninich, which is very pleasant.


Rum, Whisky, Gin
Only the gin is made here; the others are "while we wait" expressions


We check out. I text DH, who suggested the visit, and let him know where we were. We move to Grimsay for lunch. While we are driving, DH calls. JS picks up. Some words are exchanged; she hangs up; another call: "The owner of the distillery awaits you at 14:30." That is dessert sorted, then!

But before that, lunch. At the east end of Grimsay is Namara, a fish café at the back of a hardware shop. Scotland is incredible like that.



There is a wait. We are unfazed. In less time than the waitress forecast, we are seated. In minutes, we are eating. It is one of the best meals of our holiday, just as I had anticipated.



Cheesy Chips


Fried Scallop and black pudding roll (me)


Fried Scallops with Stornoway Black Pudding (JS)


Fried Scallops with Stornoway Black Pudding (adc)


Someone offers Gaelic lessons for
German, French, English, Dutch...
...and West-Vlaams speakers.
Unexpected combination to say the least,
especially here


We still have some time before our appointment, and use that to stop at the Scandinavian Bakery for dessert. Lovely.



Olive oil & espresso choc chip cookie (top)
Banana & oat choc chip cookie (bottom)
Swedish black cocoa brownie cake with cream (Kladdkaka)


Back at the distillery at 14:30, the staff is surprised to see us so soon. The silver-haired guy talking to a group of visitors is now asking others if they were sent by AMcD. "It is us," I tell him. Meet Angus MacMillan. He takes us to the same tasting room we were in this morning, under the nose of the ladies who gave us the tour earlier, and who seem mightily puzzled. Ha! Ha!



The "tasting" is rather an informal chat with drinks (provided by yours, truly). We have Poit Dhubh 30yo b.2006 (43%, Pràban na Linne 30th Anniversary Edition, b#230)163.1 6yo 2018/2024 Smokin'! (58.1%, SMWS Society Cask, 1st Fill ex-Bourbon Barrel, 240b), which AMcM does not like at all, and Tormore 29yo 1984/2013 (53.9%, www.whiskybroker.co.uk, Barrel, C#3674, 107b, b#87). We skip a Caol Ila 35yo 1984/2020 (47.5%, The House of Macduff The Golden Cask Reserve, C#CM260, 204b, b#128), as AMcM tells us he is not really a peat enthusiast. Since Benbecula's spirit is peated, that leaves me perplexed; he explains market research showed that a peaty spirit would be more successful, so he opted for that over his personal preference. Whether it is right or wrong is neither here nor there; one has to salute his openness about it, though.

After around an hour, we leave the distillery (and text DH and AMcD to thank them for orchestrating this shindig).


Lots of memorabilia from the SS Politician on display
Read about it here






We traverse the rest of Benbecula and whizz through South Uist. It seems a lot milder than the islands to the north and appears to offer fewer things to do. Since it is raining, it is fine by us.

There are so many cyclists on the way it is hard to believe. We joke that the road may seem easy to them, and that they are in for a nasty surprise in the islands north of Berneray.

We stop at Co-Op for supplies. Astonishingly, they have a single-cask Miltonduff bottled by Gordon & MacPhail.


Also, this piece of marketing genius


We check into our accommodation, meet the host who will randomly appear like a jack-in-a-box for the next couple of hours, enjoy cheese and crackers, and switch the telly on, I am ashamed to say.



We switch from The Madness of King George to Deadliest Catch according to the commercials (which are annoyingly synchronised). At some point, the A-Team comes up on another channel and we have a winner. It is S3.E17 Skins. Lastly, Springwatch clears up all negative thoughts in time for an early night. It is difficult to not see our time on South Uist as wasted, but it is what it is.


At least, the nougat gives us a sweet moment

Monday, 7 July 2025

June-July 2025 Arran, Skye, Western Isles (Part 12 -- Berneray and North Uist)

Day 12 -- Monday, the 7th July

Final breakfast of our stay at Lingay House. I choose the scrambled eggs, since that is what they do best, here.



We all do.


The atmosphere is no warmer than the other days. We do exchange a few words with the cycling ladies at the table. When we have loaded the car, if I did not explicitly walk to the house to salute our hosts, there would have been no goodbye whatsoever. Whatever!

We stop for petrol, then enter the queue for the ferry.

Despite it being a a book-for-any-time-and-show-up thing, we are told the ferry is fully booked. The CalMac lady asks us to book tickets online (soon the only way to obtain a ticket, it seems) and she will put us on stand-by for the next sailing, in a couple of hours. Five minutes later, she is back to confirm we are on the one we are queueing for. "You can also buy your tickets on the boat," she adds. Just as we knew from the beginning. Talk about clarity. Ah well.



During the zig-zagging crossing from Harris to Berneray, we see gannets and shags, sadly no eagle. They are supposedly often patrolling the sky here. We also spot the Belgians from yesterday at the hide, a couple of snifflers, a crying dog and car alarms going off. The lounge we are in is increasingly hot. Other than that, it is uneventful.

Off the boat, we cobble together a quick tour of Berneray -- or the south and east, since the road does not loop all the way north and east.


One of the first things we see is...


...this bad boy


We have to trace back our tracks to where we disembarked, and elect to stop at the Berneray Shop and Bistro. There, we find the legendary forecasting stone and bump into the Belgians again.



Dedicated to Psycho, to whom we sent a postcard of this, ooft! seventeen years ago?


Fried battered halloumi (me)


Buddha bowl (JS)


Buddha bowl (adc)


We have an excellent lunch before driving to North Uist. We take the northeast side of it. Beautiful road, though it is full of cyclists!


Pesky cyclists


We stop at Scolpaig for a minute. On the horizon are islands: I assume St Kilda and get very excited. They are, in fact, the much-closer Haskeir and Haskeir Eagach. Much closer yet is Scolpaig Tower as a bonus.


Scolpaig Tower in the foreground.
Haskeir in the background (right)
Haskeir Eagavch in the background (centre)


Scolpaig Tower


We continue to Balranald and its Nature Reserve.



As I open my door, I hear a corncrake. Ha! We will never see one, but just hearing it is quite a joy, seeing how rare the bird is. Surely, it nests in the field near the visitor centre. During the walk, we see gannets, gulls of all kinds, ringed plovers... It is a good, non-challenging walk that we enjoy a lot. The weather is even dry and bright.


On the way, these murmurations make a big impression.
Looking through binoculars, we spot two raptors (harriers?)
probably having lunch





Free-roaming cattle


Free-roaming rabbit


adc fears no coo, wo!


JS is probably not aware just how close this coo is,
absorbed as she is in her photography



A family of shellducks




Close to the end of the walk, we come head-to-head with this goldfinch


After that, we head up the hill to St Kilda Viewing Point. By now, the weather is less clear, and we cannot see past Haskeir, really. The Monach Islands are almost discernible further south, but Kilda is not in sight.


On top of the hill is an RAF radar


We drive back up to the Berneray causeway to Otternish Pods, our accommodation.


I unload the suitcases wearing only socks, for some reason.
In that gravel, it is a little bit of a challenge!


Just to remind us that we could not go to St Kilda...


The girls do not fancy another meal at Berneray Shop and Bistro. Instead, we have cheese and crackers rounded off with Scottish tablet (and a dram).


Orkney crackers with


Arran Cheese Smokey [sic] Garlic Cheddar


Devil's is happy with the cushions, in this place