Surprise ... Surprise ... The sun is out !
It was forecast for another dreary day but the sun is shining and apart from the very bitter wind is really quite nice.
Today is Sunday and for some inexplicable reason Digby has agreed to go to church.
Fearing perhaps the cries of "Bullshit!" from the pews I have been excused.
We could do with a few more basic provisions so I have volunteered to go over to Dunvegan, about 10km and 15mins away to see if the local store opens at all on a Sunday. It turns out that in this god fearing country that is never going to happen. But first we park outside the local community hall again for our daily internet connection "fix" to deal with eMail and post our various blogs and then we go our various ways. On my way to Dunvegan there are a few promising views . . .
that auger well for our conducted tour on what is now confirmed for Tuesday. There has been something of a running saga between Rosemary and our tour guide Marcus McAdam. Apparently they did not "hit it off" on initial contact and things could be considered a little strained. Coupled with the occasional phone call to see if some other day, than the initially agreed Monday, might be better, considering the changing weather is not quite matching the forecasts. We are hearing that a violent storm is predicted for Monday, while Tuesday is promising to be better. But Marcus is booked for something else on Tuesday and can't change, however we can go Tuesday with his assistant. We are trying to choose between Marcus' experience and perhaps very bad weather and his assistant, an unknown quantity, and "perhaps" good weather. Eventually Marcus phones to suggest the weather forecast is so bad that Tuesday is the only sensible option ... so that's decided.
We all arrive back from our various activities at approximately the same time for lunch, and it appears that the sermon left something to be desired. Rosemary's relatives, Sam and Jane, are scheduled to come for morning tea, but there is some sort of problem and that has to be delayed, so we have a quick snack for lunch and head out while the weather is still holding.
We visit some of the local interesting knooks and crannies including the top of the highest local hill which has the TV and phone towers and some of the strongest winds we have encountered to date . . .
and spend a little time scouring the beaches for some "tide wrack" that Rosemary wants to collect.
I can't resist trying a few "avante guard" styles as well ...
By mid-afternoon we need to head back as the relatives are now coming for afternoon tea. They are an entertaining couple and we spend an hour or so chatting before he has to hurry back to his "croft" where he has new calves to look after and sheep to feed after the previous couple of days storms.
The rest of the afternoon and evening is spent quitely reading , writing and sorting out the photos we took earlier in the day.
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