What you looking at?

So on Saturday we boarded the first ferry to Rum, and after dumping our stuff at the cabin (imagine a garden shed with a view of the Atlantic) we filled our water bottles and nine folk headed off up the hill.

Wall to wall sunshine, we did a tour of the southern part of the island. At about four o'clock the party split up with the campers heading onward and the garden shed folk heading back. I was with the shed gang. One member of the bivy gang taunted me with his shorter walk to his bed and the view he would have on waking. I replied that a cold beer would make up for it.

The walk back in the heat conturing the side of Atlantic Corrie was a haggis walk (One leg longer than the other, on the steep ground) and a test of endurance. But we got home safe and got cold drinks and home baking in the small shop.

A brilliant day.

We met these goats on a hill called Askival.