Having enjoyed our drinking chocolate at the Kildonan Museum site, it was time to get out and brave the weather. The East side of South Uist is mountainous but sea lochs extend through the mountains. One of these was Loch Eynort and that was where we went. But first we stopped by a fresh water loch – Loch Bhornais Uarach, which was close by the South Uist nature reserve. The weather was against a tramp through the reserve.
The withies, growing through the slightly turbulent waters of the lake were bending in the breeze.
Soon we reached the sea loch which, eventually, became Loch Eynort.
That sums up the weather nicely. I will have said before that we do not refer to weather like this as bad – not since we walked on Bodmin Moor in Cornwall in similar conditions and met an American lady who said, ‘Gee, this is so authentic!’ So we say the weather was authentic which lacks the negativity of bad and persuades us to get on with enjoying what we can.
The local sheep were lovely although rather scaredy when it came to people.
A view over a lily lake. I think that hill is Beinn Bheag Dheas – just 167 metres high so something similar to the chalk hills in Wiltshire for height.
A grubby ewe, or wether, grazes amongst what we in Wiltshire might call greywethers. The streams made there way, down to Loch Eynort, linking fresh water lochs together.
The road through the glen. Clearly a drop of rain had got on the lens.
And here, again, was Loch Eynort, decorated with orange kelp and with the hills above the houses on the south side of the loch, lost in the mist.
Such a pretty scene. We looked in vain for otters but once again I had to make do with the false ones inside my eye.
It was wet, but we could smile. In fact it was lovely.
Is she the monarch of this glen? The lady of all she surveys?
Lunch beckoned and we returned the few miles to Daliburgh to enjoy the comfort of the flat with our very own lily loch to savour.
