Lewis, a land of peat, moor, bog and large puddles. The distant mountains of Harris can just be seen
On a rather overcast and chilly morning Mary and I went to the isle Lewis for the day. We went on a combined ferry and coach trip to see some places of historic interest on Lewis. It was blustery and grey as we sailed out of Ullapool across the North Minch. But the weather didn't deter our enjoyment. I've only ever been to Lewis once before and never further than its capital, Stornoway. It was a really interesting and enjoyable day. The best bit was perhaps the visit to the black houses at Gearrannan, facing towards the Atlantic, life here must have been tough - even if the views were good! Harris is noted for its tweed but Lewis also had its share of weaving looms. The one here is a Hattersley loom and the weaver is Roddy who patiently answered our questions and explained how the hands free flying shuttle mechanism worked. As we made our way back to the coach we could smell the smoke from the peat fire. Peat has a wonderful pungent almost sweet smell as it burns.
This day trip whetted my appetite to return to the Western Isles.