Skye Living (The Dream): Light rain (of the Outer Hebrides type)

Transition from Harris to Lewis. The lovely road winding into the distance.

The BBC weather forecast promied light rain so we planned accordingly.
The night was interrupted by the need to negotiate the steep stairs to visit the bathroom which lights up with runway lights if you hit the right switch. Result, all inhabitants wide awake at 0230; read our books for a while then drifted back to sleep. A slightly later start to the day!
Our first impression of Hebridean light rain - heavy mist-like droplets swept horizontally across the bay. What the BBC failed to mention was the accompanying 30mph wind. A bit of a theme going on here. The daffs in the garden were touching the ground and the chickens took one look outside and refused to play.
So the plan for today is to drive the length of the island, see what Stornaway has to offer and take a look at a few potential sites on the way. We take the laptop with all the estate agents "windows" open so we can view the details and directions as we go. It may look a bot odd but it works. We head off and discover that the road the other side of Tarbert is a veritable highway with two lanes all the way. There is a distinct difference in the terrain between the two islands (which are really one land mass) We leave the hills and rocks of Harris and drive through some of the most desolate peat bog and moorland this side of Devon. Plenty of lochs, sea lochs and mini-lochs. One of today's few photos (above) shows the transition from one "island" to the other.
Have just been interrupted by Alan, a kind neighbour, offering us a couple of truly free range eggs. Guess what Gary will be having for breakfast tomorrow?
The"light rain" continues with a vengeance all of the 45 miles to Stornaway - which turns out to be just like anytown UK. A huge co-op superstore, suburbs and traffic control. We don't like it, so top up on supplies and follow the road north to the end of a peninsula where there is a likely sounding site. It overlooks a wide sandy bay but is so narrow that any house built would have to be facing the hill rather than the view which seems pointless.
We head back down the road towards South Harris; thi is the equivalent to driving from Plymouth to Exeter or Taunton to Bristol but takes a fair bit longer. We spot a couple of cyclists including one tandem and consider their madness from the smug warmth of the car.
Take a slight detour to see a plot just off the road close to a sea loch but after negotiating the one in four road, intersting bends and narrow "village" road decide this would be quite dark during the long winter months and escape might be difficult in the snow or ice.
Back on the Leverburgh road and we have to stop again for photos of the beaches in a very different mood from yesterday Have uploaded a couple just because we can.
It's only when we arrive back at the house that we realise the wind has dropped to a level where screaming isn't required to be heard.
Unpack the very messy car and head back into warmth and comfort for dinner.
Tonights playlist:10cc, ZZ top, Thin Lizzy, Andy Williams, Shania Twain ... Julie says no to Saxon, Whitesnake and Iron Maiden - no taste?