Friday 27 October 2017

Summer Holidays - Part 5, South Uist

The view from the Kilbride campsite was back over the water to Barra and with a pair of Binoculars you could see Croft No2 Campsite. However due to forecast bad weather all the tents were being put at the back of the site in the most sheltered location and the hope that the couple of rows of camper vans in front would provide some more shelter as well. Once more there was a beach just over the road from the campsite but Hilda was most unimpressed to discover that at high tide there was no beach left for her to explore.

The next morning dawned dry but blustery so we headed North and East to South Lochboisdale to visit the Listening Place Sculpture and have a short walk (it really was, only 2 miles) around the area. Then it was on to Lochboisdale for lunch and a little bit of exploring before returning to the campsite for Hilda to have a good run on the beach before the tide came in.

Hilda at The Listening Place

Meadow Pipit

As we went to bed that night there were 4 tents in a row at the back of the site, the wind had picked up and now had gusts that were almost gale-force. I remember hearing a car door shut in the middle of the night and assumed it was one of the campers moving their car to provide a bit more shelter as the wind had changed direction. When we got up in the morning there were only 3 tents in a row. One of the campers had decided the wind was too much and packed up in the wee small hours.

Hilda on the beach by the campsite

Turnstones

Our tent and the view to the rear of the campsite

It was still dry so the plan for the day was to start with a visit to Loch Aineort. This is a lovely place to visit and walk, it is on the East side of the Island so was sheltered from the wind. There is a small wooded area full of small birds, mostly heard but rarely seen, which soon gives way to heather and moorland with views over the water. This was where we saw our first Sea Eagle of the holiday circling lazily high above in a patch of sunshine. There was an abundance of wildlife back down on the ground too with butterflies, moths, caterpillars, birds and flowers. There was evidence of previous occupation of the area too, a lovely place in the summer but harsh and unforgiving in the winter. We spent three or four hours pottering and exploring the area, there was a circular walk which we started but when we started to encounter lots of sheep and Hilda was spending more time on her lead than off I decided we were going to turn back and retrace our steps to the car instead of pushing on.

Sun on the Loch

Wren

Sea Eagle

Garden Tiger Moth Caterpillar

Who used to live in a house like this?

Balancing Sculpture

 In the afternoon we went back over to the West side of the Island to inject a little culture into the holiday and visit the Hallan Roundhouses. We parked up close to the Hallan Cemetery and walked along the track to the Roundhouses. There is not a lot to see but a series of information boards explain what you can see and provide all the information you need. We then dropped down onto the beach and discovered how sheltered we had been in the dunes. There was nobody else as far as the eye could see North or South! Hilda had a little run round after her ball on a rope but even she admitted defeat after running in the wind for half an hour, we went back up into the dunes and made our way back to the car and back to the campsite.

Round Houses

We had the beach to ourselves

Sunset - the calm before the storm

The winds were now gale force with stronger gusts but my mid-sized tent was still standing and all pegged down. One of the other tents had gone but four more had arrived bringing the total to six, a couple of people were also island hopping and after looking at the forecast for the next day had decided to make the Barra - Eriskay crossing today rather than tomorrow when there was a good chance the ferry would be cancelled.


It was an interesting night, the wind was relentless and brought rain with it. Hilda slept through it all and I slept through a lot of it. We were due to move on in the morning so I had packed all but the essentials the night before. At 6am the rain stopped so I made a mad dash to the utility block to have a shower etc. By the time I had finished the wind was starting to ease and by the time everything else was packed away it had more or less died away. From looking at the forecast the night before I knew it was a temporary lul so made the most of it. I nearly made it, I had decided that the best thing to do was to loosely roll the tent and put it in a bin bag rather than try to roll it tightly to fit in its carry bag. I had got it all flat and folded up and was just ready to roll it when the winds picked up again. Fortunately, just as I had rolled it and was wondering how to get it in the bin bag when someone in a campervan came out and, after spotting my dilemma, retreated back inside to get waterproofs before coming to lend a much appreciated hand with the final bit of the process.