Following on from Yesterday’s blog about the flight , we finally landed in Stornaway, a noisy, bumpy, exhilarating flight. The stewardess helped me off the little plane and the airport was so small that I could see Philly and Ron waving……..the sun was shining, which was amazing, as the day before, apparently, had been horrendous and stormy…..!!
After hugs and hellos we took the long route back to Ness …..we went to the most beautiful places, including the wonderful stones called Callanish ….
In the distance we could see the rain falling heavily and a rainbow appeared
It was so good having Ron there to answer questions…..explaining the significance of the markers on the land, identifying the Croft’s, the peat strips, (families have their own peat strip which is cut and dried over summer and used as fuel over the bleak winter), the sea lochs that appear everywhere – expanses of sea water rising from the ground beneath creating inland lakes. The first thing that struck me was the lack of gardens, as I know them. People had land but the bleakness of the climate meant they had to find other ways if wanting to grow things, polytunnels being one. Being a very windy isle, the windmills provide electricity which they sell to the mainland. And this remote rugged island also has super fast broadband, which makes suppliers look really stupid in area with poor access on the mainland. If it can happen on a remote island there’s no excuse for poor internet access anywhere…….All such fascinating stuff….
The island is a Mecca for artists and crafts people of all kinds. It’s most famous craft is Harris Tweed and locals are hired to create the cloth in their own homes, but they must only weave the cloth using pedal power, as is the tradition…
We kept stopping to take piccies and one stop was with sheep in the distance
but they all came trotting along to see us…shame they wouldn’t cooperate for an orderly piccie , so only managed to get 2 of them to pose….
We then went further along and came to the Blue Pig Café, where we left Ron to have a cuppa with his friends, while me and Philly went up to the “black Houses”….ancient houses which were stunning and had views to die for…
We headed back to the café which turned out to be someone’s art studio and gallery…..wonderful………we chatted happily about island life…..she used to work in a hospital as a Chaplain specialising in looking after people with dementia……so we had soooo much to talk about it……Philly offered to pay, but the notion was shrugged off as she’d “invited us in for a cuppa”….
We finally left and made our way back to Ness, at the very north of the island, passed more wild beauty, around every corner another gem of a view. We dropped Ron off and finally arrived at Philly’s temporary abode and my haven for 2 nights…Phillys friend was also staying in his campavan and came out to say hello and came in for a cuppa and catch up of the day.
Philly had put signs up everywhere on doors to show me where everything was……how kind was that……we simply sat, relaxed with some calming music, drank tea and chilled before our last outing for the day……supper for us all with Ron and Karen………..it was a lovely evening, ending with Ron showing me his man cave, his sanctuary, where foggy days could be spent in his own huggable surroundings.
What an exhausting day, but how much we crammed into it so as not to waste a second of this mini adventure…….you can read about the final day on the island on Saturday….long after my adventure is over….