Four Fast Days

I can't believe that I'm sitting here tonight after four days with my niece Helen and her husband Ian and that they have already left this evening for their home in the South-West of England. We have been to the southernmost and the most northerly points of Lewis and Harris.  We have been to the East and to the West.  We have driven and we have walked.  We have eaten vegetarian food (although not in the café at the Garenin Blackhouses where there was nothing a vegetarian could have for lunch so we went on to Callanish Stones café where there was plenty) and we have talked from morning until night.  It has been an enjoyable and an enlightening few evenings.

For nearly two weeks before they arrived the weather was idyllic.  For the four days they were here it rained and for the first three it blew a gale.  We were exceptionally lucky though in that we never actually got soaked: we always managed to get out of the car for a walk without getting too wet.  I have neither the courage nor the heart to tell them that when I went into town after they had gone into the airport departure lounge this evening that the sun shone and the sky was blue as the clouds dissapated.

South: Helen saw her first seals in the wild in South Harris.

North: I didn't think to take a photo of the lighthouse at the Butt of Lewis because I was too busy
trying to photograph one of the Swifts flying around.  I can't recall seeing a Swift on Lewis before.

West:  At Mealista - the end of the road in Uig - Ian looked out over the Atlantic to the Flannan Isles and North America
(we got a glimpse of the former but the latter was obscured by distance). 

East: At Garry Sands where our children used to play so often and whereI now go all too rarely.
 Helen being a typical Edwards is taking a photo of an Edwards taking a photo.