Culture & History

Awoke to the smell of bacon cooking …………………. That Jeb is a good lass – I don’t care what they say about her.

We were about to head off to the big smoke (Stornoway) when Jeb disappeared down the hill drive to get rid of the rubbish (no idea why she didn’t just take it when we drove out). At that point there was a massive rainbow put in an appearance so of course we dived into the car to get the cameras and start taking pictures. It was then I saw Jeb flapping her arms and legging it to the bus shelter on the main road …………….. The torrential rain had reached her first. So we jumped in the car and stopped to pick her up on the way out.

Well, we thought it was funny even if she didn’t.

Stornoway wasn’t a complete wash-out ………… Mrs Mac got the gators she wanted and we (eventually) found somewhere that served coffee as opposed to alcohol (the woman in the pub that had been a coffee house – it even said it on the wall outside – was horrified at the merest suggestion that we might get a coffee there). It was in the local community hall/theatre/restaurant. In there they were displaying the local raffle prize ………………… a peat stack! That was certainly a first for me.
Cultural trips today have included visiting the memorial to where Bonny Prince Charlie landed (not sure how he did that because it was a long way up a mountain………maybe it was a high tide!), the Black House museum (which is right on the edge of Lewis at Garenin with nothing to stop the wind and waves coming from America ………… and boy was it blowy today), a broch at Dun Carloway (they are damned hard to get around in and require getting down on your hands and knees ) and of course the standing stones at Callanish for sunset (where people insisted on coming and standing in front of the camera – on a tripod – so they could take a picture on their mobile phone (it happened to Jeb as well). The Great British Tourist has the common sense and politeness of a worm!!!!!

On the drive back we managed to find a wonderful radio station. The music was rubbish (thrash metal) but the DJ had us in tears of laughter. We are sure he was pissed. He couldn’t read the time properly and at one point seemed to fall asleep on the ‘OFF’ button and switched the programme off.

Only 382 pictures to process from today……………………………. Bloody Hell!