Birds, thousands of them

We seem to have snoozed a lot of the day away and the phone/camera was flat so not a lot of photos today.

Educationally, we've spotted lots of birds, oystercatchers, terns, lapwings and loads we can't identify - but we will! Lying in bed I could hear skylarks singing their socks off. And we heard a cuckoo - my first for around 5 years, and Florence's first ever! I remember hearing the cuckoo every year, but not anymore.

We're staying in South Boisdale in the south of South Uist, the caravan front windows face south west and I know there will be wonderful sunsets. But first it has to be sunny..

Eriskay is the next island down, linked by a causeway as are most of the islands of uist. We saw the ferry come over from Barra, all very Katie Morag. Another lovely white beach and turquoise seas despite the low cloud. Millie legged it off the beach and wouldn't come back, well not til she was ready, so back on the lead for her. She's discovered the joys of chasing birds unfortunately. She's quick.

More photos tomorrow :)

Skye to Uist

After Plockton last night we decided to go to Elgol on Skye to show Florence one of the most amazing sights in Britain. The Cuillin mountains are big and pointy and very scarey when you're up there, according to Colin. No chance of a photo from up there as I'm rather scared of heights :( The local school has the absolute best view from the windows.

Back to midge central it was sraight to bed and conversation about midge munching machines, which attract millions of the little blighters and munch them into compost. Fine idea. The morning was even worse, we were out of there so fast - taking down the wet tent and cursing our new bezzie mates. Florence asked why they want to be with us so much - simple, they want to eat us.

Ferry was pretty plush. Still had the raised bit at the toilet doors to keep the sick in though. Exciting at first, but when we got into open water it got a bit bouncy, force 5, so I had to go to sleep. Woke myself up snoring again. Absolutely bucketing it down on Uist. Was lovely til yesterday apparently, we must have bought the Welsh weather with us.

The caravan is amazingly wondefully brilliant! At the edge of the world, down to the bottom of South Uist, along a track, over a field (literally) and on the machair next to the sea. Off grid and no one else anywhere near. Dog went wild doing her dog track figure of eight. Joyous, and a delight to watch.

Tomorrow we are not going in the car. At all :)