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The ferry took me from Uig on Skye to Tarbert on Harris (bravely sailing on Friday the 13th!). I then headed straight north to Carloway, to see the broch (Picture 2), the black houses (Picture 5) and Calanais stone circle (Pictures 3&4).
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Over the next two days, I went south to Harris in search of tweed and golden beaches (Pictures 6, 7, 9 & 10), as well as north to the northern-most point of my journey: the butt of Lewis (Picture 8). This part involved a lot of driving, too much even: the distances in these islands should not be under-estimated. After Lewis and Harris, I headed south to the Uists; the sound of Harris takes an hour to cross by boat (as much as the Channel between Dover and Calais...).
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The Uists are a land of water, many islands and few hills. The latter are concentrated on the east coast (Pictures 11&12), while the west coast is given over to sand and the famous machair (Pictures 13&14).
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It was now time to head home via Skye (Picture 15) and the Scottish Highlands (Pictures 16-18). The weather had changed for the worse; after two weeks of clement weather, the clouds rolled in and the rain was lashing down. Time for home indeed.
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