Christine's walking & birds blog

We woke to the sound of hailstones being flung against the window by a tremendous gust of wind. Greger said there had been thunderstorms in the night, but I slept through them.

We drove to Ardmair, where it was impossible to open the door on the seaward side. Greger got out to see how strong the wind was, but he soon got back in again.


Two guillemots were riding the very high tide in the most sheltered corner of the harbour. They were preening and occasionally diving, and seemed healthy enough. Several shags and half a dozen Eider were also present.



The Stornoway ferry remained here all day, I believe. I don't think I could live on an island; even on the Outer Hebrides with their rolling moors and huge skies, I think that being cut off from the mainland would feel somehow claustrophobic.