The Western Isles

Whoop, whoop... holiday time with some lovely peeps off North to spend some time on the Western Isles as the title suggests.

We met up at work, piled (very precisely.... think of tetris) all our luggage into the minibus and off we went. Slowly until the driver got used to the van.

I don't often get driven around and it was quite relaxing to sit up front ( I get car sick) and check out the scenery.
Up the A9 and then a much needed comfort break for expulsion and imbibing of differing fluids at ******

Another stop to take in the scenery and I could have stopped for a while but we all really wanted to get to our destination.





Driver doing a fabulous job and I was helping navigate.

Not many photos today as mostly we were driving.
We eventually got to Ullapool, had our chips, wandered about a bit, you know, postcards, checking out the wet weather gear.

Arrived at Stornaway and then the final stretch .....................

 

Losgaintir, here we are....unpack, sort out rooms and chill along with a short walk on the beach.

... and that was Sat over.

Aha... Sunday

Beach at Losgaintir

Today was mainly spent exploring as this was my first time on Harris. Enormous skies and views to calm and inspire.

So glad I'd bought myself a new jacket, being cosy made all the difference to the day.

Enjoying the shapes in the rocks and the patterns formed in the sand by the wind. Ideas beginning to form.







And..... Monday!
After breakfasting, we all loaded up into the minibus and headed to another part of the island for a walk.

The sea is such a beautiful force, twisting and churning at the rocks, continuously molding the coastline.

 

 I could spend hours looking out to sea, breathing with the constant movement of the waves - but today, a little chilly to sit still so onwards we went.

Not sure of the friendliness of the cows here so we bypassed them further up the hill, seems like they found a tasty lunch though.

In the distance is a building on a small rise and this is where we're headed, I'm happily jumping around the rocks admiring the striations and configurations in the stone.

The ruined building must have been such an isolated place to be, I think it may have been a church.

Love the limited views through the wee windows and of course the doorway with the muted colours of the land outwith the walls.

More next time.

Such a beautiful place.