The north of the island of Lewis proved to be amazingly densely populated. Of course, it was nothing like a town but housing was scattered all around the landscape with occasional concentrations which might have been called villages.
We took looks at the west coast. This was ‘Temple Peter’ but we found no real sign of a temple.
But as usual, the flowers were a delight right to the little cliff tops.
This was by a place called Shader, but it could have been almost anywhere in Lewis, or, indeed, way down south on the Uists. These strange shelters marked road junctions. I wondered if they were some kind of bus shelter with the chance to escape the weather whichever way it came from. Many had a neighbouring noticeboard – always a good read for some.
In the background we see the sea on the west coast, but now we headed back to the east, to Port Skigersta where, of all things, we found llamas. Had we been so minded we might have hired them to go llama trekking.
There was a beautifully stacked peat heap. We had a chat with the builder of the stack and got the impression that he loved his life.
The coast at Port Skigersta was lovely, even on a grey day.
We made our way down past the boats.
Boats and the view further north.
The little Haven nestled between concrete and cliff.
The boulder strewn beach
The slip way really was a bit of a slippery way.
A Port Skigersta house.
Onwards and northwards!
