The banjo player

Paul, who stopped for a chat, as I walked back along the road from a drenching and wind-blown walk along the coast. It was miserable, but somehow I enjoyed it. Was great to have Paul come back and walk me back to the hostel with his chat of life on Papay. He'd been chief banjo player in the 'pub' the night before. Pub being that basically they open a cupboard in the corner of the common room in the hostel and have a wee 'open to all' traditional music session. Wish I could play something.

You can see how wide the island is here, this is the main central road on the higher part of the island.