The attempt to improve the economy of Lewis, by Lord Leverhulme, has already had mentions in this journal. We travelled The Pentland Road, which he planned as a railway line. He also decided that a direct east coast route from Stornoway to Port of Ness would be of benefit and a road was commenced. But for whatever reason, Leverhulme pulled the plug on the project when about half complete and so there really is a road and bridge to nowhere.
This was to be our last day on the islands but having struck camp, we had time to enjoy and explore a little more. We stopped at the beach of Traigh Chuil.
A view across to the cattery lighthouse on the Eye Peninsula.
As we headed nowhere, there were delightful beaches. This was Traigh Ghriais.
And delightful people too! Look at that – shirtsleeve weather.
A razor shell on the beach.
Sea something. This plant was common, but just what it was, I don’t know.
A choice of shells on the lovely sand of the beach.
Animal pounds – and once again a surprising amount of housing can be seen in the background.
We were getting close to nowhere and stopped at Traigh Mhor. It was a delightful spot.
A floral stream led down to the beach.
Looking back up the beach. The road heading on up the hill was going – nowhere.
Back up by the road our car was glinting in the sun and a couple of ad hoc campers had picked spots close by the toilets. They had a lovely spot!
The peat-laden stream reached the sea.
What a beach – and we didn’t have many people to share it with!
I suppose that in looking this way, to the north, we were looking nowhere.
I thought I’d have a view without cars and loo block.
This is The Bridge to Nowhere. The road crosses the bridge and stops.
But what a good beach view.
