Visual proof

Okay, here are some photographs of what we went and did yesterday; we have not taken the camera with us (and by "we", I mean "Dad" as it is his camera) very much before, and have certainly not taken any pictures with it.

But here are some pictures of us as we walked around various bits of Lewis and saw things. Most of them are the ocean and related bits of land, which is quite nice, frankly.



Above, we can see a small area of Lewis where there are no piles of stones. However, the locals have noticed this and - through a government grant - have built a pile of stones there so that people will know it is Lewis. I find such a use of tax dollars to be acceptable, especially as they are not mine.



Above we can see Eoropie Beach. I have conveniently marked myself among the thronging hordes there so that people can tell where I am.



Eoropie beach again. That bit of sea is the Atlantic.



These are cows - not rather large sheep (everything on Lewis appears to be sheep orientated, although I have yet to see a specialised lamb restaurant). The humour of cows just wandering onto the beach cannot be underestimated. I wanted to see if they could be chivvied into the water, but I felt such a plan might not have merit.



This is the Butt of Lewis, which is far to the north of the Island, and is very rocky and stormy and so forth. Not shown is the torential downpour which stuck about a minute after this picture was taken. Also not shown in the nice little Church we went to see which Dad pissed up the side of as he was caught short.

Privately, Mother and I feel that God was having revenge upon us in return for Dad's urination on His house with the rain. One cannot be too careful these days . . .