Thursday, February 12, 2009
The gusty offshore wind blew this old buoy, from its resting place high in the machair...
... down onto the sands of Camas Crabhadail.
Our kayaks were lost in the empty space of Glen Crabhadail.
After a second breakfast, we made our way over the machair and into the heartland of the Glen.
Over a rise, we came to the fresh water Loch a' Ghlinnhe. This looked like a very fine place to fish for sea trout.
We came across these neat lazy beds and knew that these lands of Harris were not always empty of human habitation. Photo JLW.
Soon we felt the call of the sea again and made our way back to the beach. Photo JLW.