This is Barra, the Southernmost inhabited island of the Outer Hebrides. Utterly lovely on a sunny day like yesterday.
In spite of the dumped farm machinary
Not so lovely on a grey, wet, windy day like today. Camped here:
It was half way up the track to what the Ordnance Survey map laughably calls a museum. In a fit of enthusiasm, I thought I ought to make the trek. Perhaps I should have wondered why there is no sign to the museum. The rest of the trek is very boggy, and finally leads to this, a typical crofter's cottage. Still no sign. Perhaps I could get in for free.
Unfortunately the door is locked. But that's ok, because the window's are wide open, so you can appreciate the interior:
And by popular demand, last night's barbecued scallops in full: