Raasay, and Rona

After the Obligatory Mallaig kipper accompanied by bullet like poached eggs, it was up the coast of Trotternish to the ferry at Uig. And so, to Harris, my first ever visit. Home of the tweed and whispering Bob.
I also took in a brief visit to Scalpay. Home of fishing stuff.
Right. Back to the boutique hostel. I've left the Porsche parked out of sight of course. Honestly, you can't believe a word I write. I did have a bottle of Hebridean ale though, unbelievably enough. And then a second. I'm already thinking about breakfast - they do some sort of black pudding and potato tower with a poached egg. I just hope it settles that kipper.