Cathy Bell, Morag, Roddy, Bill, Margaret even Alec and Granny Grace. What can I say? Soup, wedders, herrings, water, showers, a loo with a heater, coffees, teas, scones and all I can put it down to is that we are, in fact, more than welcome here.
We have just barbequed the herrings (caught by Cathy’s brother and cleaned by Cathy for us) outside in the chilly dark. I am now sitting in bed in the van absolutely shattered after 2 days roofing with Daryll. We are parked in the little overspill carpark for the Eagle Observatory path. It is level, sheltered, and only a short walk from our plot. We have had two lovely clear days with hardly any rain or wind. The emerald loch gently filling and emptying, glassing over or ruffling into ripples alternately. We are often distracted from hammering and screwing the roof sheets down by the snow frosted mountains and the gleaming surface of the sea. The beautiful shapes of Taransay, Beinn Dubh and the Luskentyre Dunes are imprinting themselves upon us.