The day had been OK, but the rain had not actually let up. Nonetheless, we had visited flora MacDonald’s birthplace, the museum at Kildonan and Loch Eynort before lunch and we had been out to Loch Skipport in the afternoon. We now headed home to the little flat at Daliburgh.
Of course, we came upon the Uist ponies again and this time they had been joined by one which we had to call ‘The Princess’.
This one looked less of a princess but managed to pose with a bit of heather.
Another was hopeful, still, of a titbit, but we had nothing.
The calm waters of Loch Druidibeag, complete with bags of peat.
We headed east, out onto the machair where we found a rather florid football field.
This was near Stoneybridge where a bit of old coach had become a storeroom.
The verges here featured the large cow parsley type plants - I had hoped to get a better photo of the geese, though. Sometimes cameras just aren’t ready when you want them.
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Let’s concentrate on one of those umbrella flower heads.
Here was the beach near Stoneybridge with the wonderful machair close to hand.
Our last, brief port of call was at a very short-lived castle at Ormiclate
It existed for maybe a dozen years in the 18th century and then fell into rack and ruin.
Oh yes. It still rained.
We left Ormiclate and rejoined the main road to get back down to Daliburgh at the end of a wet but enjoyable day.
