Rats, otters and Romahome camping

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Another beautiful South Uist morning, so before heading off for a walk I decided to do a bit of washing and hang it on the fence behind the Romahome. Smalls duly washed and hung I put the kettle on again for another cup of tea while Jinty continued to snooze on the grass. He jumped up suddenly and stared expectantly at the long grass. I saw something scuttle and started to poke about in the grass. The man from the next door Romahome said " Have you seen one of the rats? They walk along that wall all the time." Rats! With my washing now hung the other side of the ratty grass I'm going to have to walk through it later on and risk nasty ratty toe nibbles. The man next door assured me that Jinty would deal with any rats, but I know that he'd just look quizzically at them, and maybe raise a paw like a pointer.

 

a1sx2_Thumbnail1_photo-109.JPGTime to go for a walk, this time heading for Eriskay, the island joined to South Uist by a causeway, where the ferry docked yesterday. Starting off on the grassy path above the beach we looked down on huge rocks interspersed with small white sand beaches, and beautiful azure sea. When the path ran out we had to walk on the road, round a sea lock and then onto the causeway, where there was a sign warning about otters crossing. This got my hopes up for an otter spot, but they'd clearly already done their tricky road crossing for the day.

 

On into the village of Eriskay, and a sign for a shop, which are few and far between in these parts. The shop sold a bit of everything, and it seemed as though I'd bought a bit of everything when I tried to fit it all into my rucksack. We went then to the Am Politician pub, which looked like a big bungalow, and sat outside for lunch and a Guinness. The name of the pub commemorates the wreck of the SS Politician in 1941, which sank with its cargo of 20,000 cases of whisky, forming the plot for Compton Mackenzie's book Whisky Galore, and the film of the same name which was filmed on the island of Barra.  

 

a1sx2_Thumbnail1_photo-108.JPGNow we just had to walk back, but this time with shopping, and with the sun getting hotter and hotter. Needing some respite (that's my excuse anyway) we popped into the Hebridean Woolshed, which is within a historic walled garden. Everything is hand knitted or woven by Denise Bridge  and she grows all her own produce and sells any surplus. So, I left there with even more shopping to carry (eggs, a freshly cut lettuce and a hand knitted cardie) thankfully not too far back to Kilbride campsite.

 

The washing was still attached to the fence and if there was a world record for unpegging I would have beaten it. No nasty ratty nibbles and washing safely retrieved. A great end to a lovely South Uist day.