Saturday, 5 September 2009

Those Oyster-Catchers really know how to enjoy a meal

Stand in the middle and peck round the edges.

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:

I knew a crofter's life was tough. But not this tough.

And by popular demand, last night's barbecued scallops in full:


Anonymous said...

Looks like an old style bothy to me. Why don't you just unpack your bags and stay there for the next 3 months?

Fancy a drink in London sometime, Mark?

All the best etc.,


Anonymous said...

No sign of any surf! Anyone know what the Vagrancy Laws say about this kind of thing?

Enoch, I can do Thursday.


Anonymous said...

Dear Mark.
Sincere apologies for the delay in replying to your post.
I'm afraid that I can't make Thursday evening, as going to a concert in Kings Place.
How are you fixed for next week.
All the best,
PS Any idea who the joker in the camper van is?

80waves said...

Oi, you two. Go and loiter on someone else's blog.