We lunched at the flat. It was still raining but this didn’t stop us heading north again, past the MacBrayne’s coach, the museum and the turn to Loch Eynort and on to another of the east coast lochs – Loch Druidibeag.
We encountered ponies.
They clearly hoped we might offer
easy pickings – which we hadn’t got.
We were still car bound. Ponies were very hopeful.
Loch Druidibeag was often a little away from the road, but from place to place we had views and could enjoy the watery scene. Here we have the remains of an Outer Hebridean ‘Black House.
The weather was still rather dismal, but we seemed to be happy and content. Well, it all looked lovely.
The sea loch at the end of where we were going is called Loch Skipport. We headed that way, dithering at one point to make certain of our way. We had what we call a Pottinger moment – a time when having seen no other vehicle for ages, they turn up at a particularly awkward time. Was traffic a rare event? We got out and chatted with the other driver, a local, who like us, was in no particular hurry. It really needs three vehicles for a true pottinger. A third came by!
This was hardly a problem but our local chap thought it a very unusual sight.
We both moved on our ways.
