Not just one

There were some more boats like this. It is probably about fishing junk from the sea. No beachcombing, but cleaning. I also saw some sort of recycling centre where only items that apparently came from the sea were sorted. You never really think about that.

We cycle zigzagging to the north. Along the way we drank coffee and a scone at an inn. The man who brought it to us had lived in Amsterdam for four years. His Dutch was very good for someone who has lived in a bilingual city for such a short time. A lot of English is spoken in Amsterdam.

On the Road to the Islands we crossed the track of the Jacobite Steam Train very often, but I soon realised that we didn't get to see the famous viaduct. When I looked it up on the Internet I saw that the viaduct was situated elsewhere. Once in Mallaig we could see the smoke plume from the locomotive in the distance, but were too far from it.

We sail tomorrow to the Outer Hebrides. Bert says it's flat, the weather forecast says there's strong wind from the north. I say let's go. Never been this far west before.