Tuesday, 6 June 2023

Isle of Harris, Day 4. Huisinis

We woke this morning to sunny skies again, although a bank of cloud hung over Skye and appeared to be heading our way. In the event it retreated and we enjoyed yet another day of cloudless skies and temperatures up to 20C. Our first job this morning was shopping and exploring Tarbert - which didn't take long. Our objective for the day was the beach at Huisinis and we set out on the 14 mile roller-coaster of a single track road with passing places. The big challenge of this and the Bays Road was the fact that at frequent intervals there are narrow blind summits where the car bonnet points at the sky and it is impossible to see if there is a car coming the other way. Views were stunning: down to indigo blue Loch a Siar and across to Taransay and the gleaming white beaches of Luskentyre and Scarista. Colours were amazing with the cerulean blue of the sky and turquoise of the shallow water over the white sand. This road abounds with oddities: an abandoned whaling station, the world's most remote tennis court (allegedly) and the stereotypical Scottish Castle, impressive but, as our good friend Jacky would say, it probably has no back!! Before long we got our first glimpse of the startling white sand and blue, jade waters of Huisinis. We enjoyed lunch sitting above the beach with the fabulous seascape of islands and South Harris beyond. Walking and paddling along the beach was delightful. Although the water looked idyllic for swimming it was bitingly cold so I desisted. The sand here is said to have the highest shell content (92%) of any other Scottish beach. This sand blows inland to form the hugley fertile Machair. In late summer the guide book describes it as assuming a bewitching khaki-mustard colour and flowers with creeping willow and harebell. Today it is spangled with daisies and birdsfoot trefoil. We walked through the machair to the Scarp Jetty with a vista across to the abandoned houses on the now uninhabited island of Scarp and across inky-blue waters to North Harris and yet more white sand beaches. It was now time to head back as we wanted to stop at the River Mhiabhaig to walk up the glen into the majestic Harris hills to the eagle observatory. Although in the territory of a pair of 'goldies', they weren't playing today. Nonetheless the walk was excellent. On returning to the car, the only thing remaining was home to our bothy and relaxing with sauna and beer before corn beef hash and then a nightcap and bed.
The Road to the North.
The Harris Hills
Across Loch a Siar to Luskentyre and the Island of Taransay.
Harbour
The first view of Huisinis Beach
The first view of Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
Huisinis Beach
The Machair
The Machair
The Machair
The Machair
The Machair
Scarp Jetty
Scarp Jetty
Rock detail
The Machair
Huisinis Beach
Old Boat
Up the Glen to the Eagle Hide

Sunday, 4 June 2023

Isle of Harris, Day 3. Luskentyre, Scarista and The Bays Road.

After two long days of travelling to get here I slept well in our warm and comfortable bothy - we look forward to trying the sauna. I was woken early by the sun streaming through the blinds of the bedroom. A cup of tea and shower later I was out taking some photographs of our immediate surroundings. There is a fabulous view of the bay from our front door and I was reminded of last night's stunning full Strawberry Moon rising out of the sea. Breakfast and unpacking completed, we set out for a walk to explore Grosebay and the Golden Road.  It gets its name by dint of the cost of construction. It is 
otherwise known as The Bays Road and runs along the east coast of South Harris. Returning to the cottage, a quick packup was put together and we headed out for the west coast; first stop Seilebost/Luskentyre beach. I have known of Luskentyre for years, partly through photography connections and the detective novels of Peter May, some of which are set in the Hebrides. Our first glimpse, as we descended from high ground, was tantalising. We chose the slight peninsula on which sits Seilebost school. We joined only a very few other visitors and when we reached the beach we had the vast area mostly to ourselves - amazing. As we walked across the dunes from the car, the beach began to come into view with the cerulean blue of the sky and the more muted dark greens and browns of the Harris mountains  behind. In the foreground was a whole pallete of blues in the sea: indigo, peacock, turquoise, dark egg and sky, interspersed with stripes of golden sand and  the acid greens of seaweed. I have waited years to experience this spectacle. 
We continued our drive with a visit to Scarista for tea and cake before checking out the ferry terminal  at Leverburgh. We decided to return via The Bays Road and what an experience: narrow, precipitous,undulating and spectacular. Pretty, no! An alien landscape of Lewisian Gneis, more lunarscape than landscape; it was used to depict Jupiter in the film  2001 a Space Odyssey. During the clearances of the early 19thC many crofters from the fertile west were forced to move here to eke out a living or emigrate.
 It was of course  beer o'clock!
The Bays Road runs past the cottage.
The cottage.....
....and sauna.
The view from the cottage.
The view from the cottage.
The view from the cottage.
The view from the cottage.
The old school


The first view of Luskentyre
Luskentyre and the Harris Hills from Seilebost.
Luskentyre and the Harris Hills from Seilebost. Taransay to the left.
Luskentyre and the Harris Hills from Seilebost.
                                                                             Seilebost
                                               Luskentyre and the Harris Hills from Seilebost.
Beach detail
Luskentyre and the Harris Hills from Seilebost.
Beach detail
Luskentyre and the Harris Hills from Seilebost.
Luskentyre and the Harris Hills from Seilebost.
Luskentyre and the Harris Hills from Seilebost.
Cutting the Peats on the Bays Road.
Cutting the Peats on the Bays Road.
The Bays Road
The Bays Road
The Bays Road
The Bays Road
The Bays Road

Isle of Harris, Day 2. Loch Lomond to Harris

Although it was only 8C when we woke up it soon warmed up and before long climbed into the low 20s. Our route took us along familiar roads to the end of Loch Lomond and on to  Crianlarich where we turned west to Tyndrum and a stop at the Green Welly Shop for provisions. Turning north we passed  through Bridge of Orchy and up onto Rannoch Moor before dropping down into Glen Coe. I couldn't believe how busy the glen was, more like a theme park on a bank holiday; horrendous. Traffic continued to be busy until we left Fort William behind us and headed over to Loch Cluannie and Glen Shiel. Pausing only to photograph Eilean Donan Castle, we were soon crossing the Skye Bridge. Our next port of call was a homage to British mountaineering at Sligachan Bridge where there are fantastic views of Sgurr Nan Gillean and Am Basteir at the end of the infamous Black Cuillin ridge. There is now a statue of Professor Norman Collie and John Mackenzie two of the earliest protagonists of Skye mountaineering. They were frequenters of the adjacent Sligachan Hotel so it would have been remiss not to partake of some refreshment here - sadly, with more driving to do, a pot of tea for two! Bypassing Portree it wasn't long before we joined the queue for the Harris ferry. While waiting I was pleased to see a party of male eider duck. The crossing was exciting: our first visit to the outer Isles, but relatively quick at 1hour40  mins. Leaving Tarbert on ever narrowing roads we navigated to Greosabhaig or Grosebay and our cottage, Sgeir a' Chais, a refurbished bothy built in the 1940s. We were soon unloaded and settled in the cosy main room with a wee dram. Well it would have been rude not to!
The Black Mount and Rannoch Moor
The Black Mount and Rannoch Moor
Eilean Donan Castle
Loch Garry
Loch Garry
Tree bark, Loch Garry
Tree bark, Loch Garry
Sgurr Nan Gillean and Am Basteir from Sligachan
Sgurr Nan Gillean and Am Basteir from under the oldSligachan bridge.
The Quairaing and The Old Man of Storr
The Crossing to Tarbert from Uig.
The Crossing to Tarbert from Uig.
The Crossing to Tarbert from Uig.
The Crossing to Tarbert from Uig.
The Crossing to Tarbert from Uig.
The Crossing to Tarbert from Uig.

Saturday, 3 June 2023

Isle of Harris, Day 1. Travelling and Birding

Finally, having taken 9 hours for a 7 hour journey, we arrived at our excellent B&B in Luss on the shores of Loch Lomond with clear skies and the temperature up to 24 degrees. It felt tropical when we got out of the car having left home at 9.00 am in cloud and 9C. Our getaway had gone well having packed the day before. The drive up the A1 went well with the roadside awash with oxeye daisies and excellent views of red kite and buzzard. Things fell apart when we reached the A66 and the traffic ground to an halt at Greta Bridge. Mr Google informed us that there had been a serious accident involving a lorry and a car several miles up the road which was closed for at least 2 hours. We couldn't understand, then, why the traffic kept creeping forward especially in the outside Lane. After 45 mins stuck in the queue we reached the turn off to Barnard Castle and took it. Our diversion was considerably slower but took us through beautiful Teesdale scenery, through Middleton and past High Force. We stopped for a brew high above Alston, having had our sandwiches in the traffic jam. Sitting out on the moors we heard curlew, watched lapwing displaying and a wheatear perched on a fence post. The verges were frothing with white cow parsley and patches of red campion. Continuing through Alston we finally reached the M6 at Carlisle. The rest of the journey was straightforward apart from more hold ups on the M74 in Glasgow. Our B&B is excellent, comfortable and self contained with our own small breakast room and everything for teas and a continental breakfast in the fridge. Our evening meal was just around the corner in the family run Village Rest bistro followed by a walk down to the Loch for some photographs of Ben Lomond. We were amazed at the large numbers of young people who seemed to have come out from Glasgow and were swimming from the pier.