Holy Island

Another run to the Fallen Rocks and back again before breakfast.  The ground was drier than yesterday, but it started to mizzle.   I was rewarded with a friend egg and tattie scone roll! .  They started a new jigsaw, while I continued reading my book.  After a late lunch of leftovers, we three headed to Whiting Bay, where we had a wander, followed by a wander in Lamlash.  It was chilly – almost like winter said a passing lady.

L made a huge vat of pasta for tea, which was delicious.  Later, once it was dark, R and I headed out to search for deer.  There were loads in the field along the track.

A view of Holy Island.  We were very interested in a boat moored off Lamlash, the one with a helicopter.