I crossed by ferry from North Uist over to the Isle of Harris, landing at Leverburgh. The man with dog was on the same crossing.
Called in at a small museum called Seallam! on the way. Although it was very interesting, with an exhibition of how the isles were populated, and their geology, I don't think it really merits an exclamation mark. It is also a centre for genealogy should you wish to find your clan. I didn't look for the MacThomases.
My campsite this time was a hook up on a small, community-run, site in the playground of the old school at Seilebost. No facilities except electricity, and once the office closed it felt like there was no-one for miles.
Another walk on another lovely beach - very soft, white sand, and acres of marram grass. The colour of the sea changed from turquoise to navy to green as dark clouds raced across the sun.
Guess what - home cooking again - groan.
