It's our last day.
SOB
BOOHOO!!
Don't want to go.
Want to stay.
P - L - E - A - S - E - - - - - - - - - - - -
BACK TO BUSINESS!
This picture; hanging in our hotel room, looking like an image from SILENT WITNESS or WAKING THE DEAD, was disturbing us.
We decided that, apart from needing to get out more, she also needed to better hung.
Before we left, we took her down turned her around, put her back. She still looks like a corpse, but now she's a comfortable corpse. I liked this hotel, DOUNE BRAES very much, despite the body in our room.
We were a bit slow catching on to this building the BROCHE.
It must, surely, qualify as the
OLDEST ARCHITECTURE IN THE UK???
It is ASTONISHING, INSPIRING, CLEVER, and RELEVANT.
With the staircase sandwiched between the outer wall and a concentric, inner wall, there's a clever buffer zone between the elements and the accommodation. It would have been dark in there, but modern glazing would allow for light in without major heat loss.
I'D LOVE TO BUILD A MODERN VERSION.
IT WOULD BE A TRULY EXCITING BUILDING.
Even if what you see is an isolated pile of wet, grey, stones on the top of a bleak and soggy hill, it doesn't change what I see.
Today the CELTS still push the boundaries of acceptable ornamentation. You may call it a load of balls, I call it POSITIVELY STUNNING. This is part of the boundary fence around a small home where the occupants, clearly, love to beach comb.
We went on to UIG beach.
Not because it is world class.
Not because it is windswept.
Not because it has sand dunes.
Not because it is quiet.
Not because it has good weather on a wet day.
Not because it has colourful wild flowers.
Not because of it's moody mountain backdrop.
But, for this,
MEWALLYS' LONG LOST ANCESTOR
His eyesight's fading. We were proud to help out.
We came here because this is the spot, THE BREATH TAKING, ACHINGLY, BEAUTIFUL SPOT, where THE LEWIS CHESSMEN were found.
Having left the beach we passed this, house number WELLY BOOT.
I REALLY DO LOVE IT HERE.
Then we passed this refuge from the festival, hanging about at the side of the road. We asked if s/he wanted a lift, and garnered the distinct impression that s/he didn't like us.
CUT US COLD.
SOOOOOO RUUUUDE
Our hotel for tonight, OUR LAST NIGHT on the island, is in STORNOWAY, Heading off across the moor we were transfixed by these beguiling shacks.
I WANT THIS ONE! : )
Or, perhaps, THIS ONE.
THIS ONE ...... WILL DO NICELY.
Too many to choose from .... THIS ONE.......
and so on, until we reached stornaway for the last time.
Gerry and I take a pre dinner stroll around the town.
where I find yet more images catch my eye. This is
THE BEJEWELLED ISLE.
Gerry and I wave bye-bye to Lewis. Tomorrow we leave for home.
Oh look,
THE SUN CAME OUT!
