All fences lead to the sea ...

A glimpse of the colours that make the Hebrides so special, taken from the shore road where it turns up to Gress. The sun lit up the sea and the white gold of the beach and suddenly the wind didn’t seem so annoying.

We were on out way to Gress and the chapel at Carmel to say - and sing - the evening Office. It was a perfect conclusion to a day which had seen us attend the Eucharist in St Peter’s Stornoway, fit in meditation time and lunch and a 9k walk - and we found the most wonderful dinner waiting for us when we got back to the house.

Have you ever eaten pheasant crumble? You should ...