Started our adventure with Saint Moluag, the saint invoked against madness. We actually remained quite sane throughout our journey.
At the Butt of Lewis, almost deafening waves awaited us and gave us our first hint of tropical blue.
A lovely white house at the port of Ness.
Beautifully preserved black houses in the village…
… where this family lived until 1972.
Allie the weaver who demonstrated his craft for us on his hundred year old loom.
Typical scene as we enjoyed our first day of “touching almost every inch of the isle,” as Annie explained.
Callanish Stones which confounded us with their majesty and sturdiness.
