There isn’t such a place as Hallan-on-Sea but I needed some way to identify this particular piece of coast.
I could have called it the place where the sun shone but the sky was black. Much of the West Coast of South Uist looked like this – silver sands with some seaweed and the machair behind.
And there was the wild Atlantic – still calm as a millpond.
It looked as though heavy rain was falling towards the Island of Barra.
This was a 20 mile long beach. Here we see it stretching off to the north.
Swirls seem to be the in logo of the 21st century. Here’s one, ready-made for South Uist.
Or should we add a squidge to the swirl with a jellyfish?
We were not alone on the beach. I guess this chap, quadding gently along, was a local.
We returned taking a different route finding plenty more flowers.
But it wasn’t only flowers. Scrap-metal merchants don’t exist around here so scrap gets dumped.
There’s not a lot of life left in that vehicle.
That one doesn’t look so bad though.
We were in a remote spot – there had to be a graveyard.
More junk! That old grass cutter won’t do any more work. When a local farmer needs to cut his mixed cereals he’ll need something else to do the job.
