Uig

We arrived and, I thought, quietly and calmly chose our spot on a saturated campsite and got the tent up. Soon, we were enjoying a cuppa. Oh the delight of that first drink of tea when the tent is up. It surpasses all in its refreshing quality.

And refreshed, we walked the few yards to the harbour. Of course we could see the campsite as we walked all around the bay (Uig comes from the Norse word for bay).

My first view of Uig – somebody’s washing is there, the campsite with the facilities block most dominant and the scattered houses on the hillside capture this part of Uig. But with the power of zoom we can pick out our tent in amongst it all.

Ours is the brown tent behind the one that looks like a Nissan hut. Yes, it is quite crowded – more so now than it was then, but so far all seems very friendly.

We walked out – as you do – on the jetty.

There were fishing boats but actually, this one had been gutted by fire although I’m sure much of it was still OK.

Gulls enjoyed what the fishermen did not need. What easy pickings for them.

Some views around the bay.

There are all sorts to be seen.

I got down to sea level for this fishing boat study where I was spotted by another.

I returned the compliment, looking back up.

Turn right for Snizort? Is that the name of the ferry?