...we stopped by what appeared to be an old blackhouse to take some photos of the sea thrashing along the abundance of rocks. Mother nature had started to reclaim the land and the blackhouse was starting to disappear into the landscape. The grassland covering the mounds of rock, only the old chimney clearly defined.
As we continued along the single track road we could hear the sound of the sea but the view had now become distorted.
The view of the sea hidden by a great mound of rock. We were unsure if this was indeed a handmade barrier, a sea wall built as part of the defence against the sea or a natural phenomenon. Out of the car we clambered, through the gate and over the stream of water...
I then with nerves of steel climbed very carefully up the rocks. I know a very silly thing to do with hindsight and not something that I will be repeating.
...I bet you are glad I climbed up those rocks now. I have to admit the raging sound of the sea thundering in my ears and the spray as it hit the rocks was exhilarating but probably not one of my wisest decisions. I never tire of the beauty that surrounds me and feel blessed that we live in such a beautiful place.
Elaine we did have strupak when my neighbours visited and for those that don't know it is a snack of whatever is available, sandwiches or homebaking. A planned ten minute visit on the Hebrides always ends up becoming a couple of hours.
We are going to attempt to install the flooring ourselves with the help of a neighbour.
Many crofts on the Island grow their own veg and are very successful with root veg, carrots, parsnips turnip, swede and such. Unless there is a natural shelter, the winds here can be quite damaging so fruit trees and bushes are not the norm. Hope that helps Cherie.
As always I do thank you for your visits and sweet comments.
See you soon.