Up the Sgurr

The Sgurr looms over the campsite and the whole of the south of the island. It’s a sheer, volcanic plug, with an east accent from the north.

Kerry, Barry, Sally and I head off before the worst heat of the day, but still not early. It takes about an hour and a half to get to the top, and we’re rewarded with a cool breeze. There are great views in every direction (extra).

Nick gets back to camp late, having walked to the singing sands at the north west point of the island.

We don’t go to the pub for dinner, choosing to snack and booze at the campsite. And then it’s off to the community centre for the ceilidh and a couple of rocking bands, followed by Dolphin Boy on the decks. We leave before 3:00 but the sounds were still going at 9 apparently.