It rained in the night but at least it wasn’t raining at tent demolition time. We needed to be at the ferry port (about 1 minute away) by ten past nine. We had no problem there. We had time to walk out on the jetty and watch Tara Louise set off for the fishing grounds.
There was time to ponder on what this bird was, which emerged from the depths with fish in mouth.
By then it was time to be in our car, for Hebrides had arrived, disgorged its cargo of cars and lorries and we would be called aboard soon. So here we leave the Uig jetty as we set off for the hour and a half crossing to North Uist at Loch Maddy.
Now there was a chance to see the campsite from the ferry, rather than the other way about.
Our tent was not there, of course but our neighbours – a very friendly couple from Falkirk had the tent behind the telegraph pole. It was Austrians in the green tent beyond them and the two close together caravans had an extended family party (may have been friends, of course) of Germans.
A rather grubby little vessel entered Uig.
I was seeking out the views to the campsite and this was one looked straight up the field.
We were making progress now, out of Uig bay.
We passed the headland at the end of the campsite road – and then another smaller ‘land’s end’ which had a little stack as an extra.
Farewell Uig.
