Head off down the west side of Harris. Stop at a Harris tweed place, which seems to be an old woman running a couple of looms in her shed. Resist the Tweed jackets but make a purchase of a present - hope it gets received well as the Tweed teddy bears were frankly very scary. Coffee stop is taken at an art café in the middle of nowhere - the art, the café and the hot chocolate are all wonderful.
Stop at the 15th century church at Rodel. Memorial notes that the man married his third wife “in his 73rd year” (it doesn’t say how old she was) and went on to have nine children before dying in his nineties - guess there is hope for me yet!
Complete the circuit of Harris by again driving up the west coast. Take a little walk and come across (see photo) something on the beach. Guess it’s real but not quite sure - could be an art installation (don’t laugh - the Uists had quite a few pieces of public sculpture). Stop to take numerous photos of the views - particularly of the bay and Taransay. Not sure I’d fancy my chances in the wind on this golf course though.
Pull into the hotel. A 4x4 pulls up. I look at the driver who seems familiar. Surely it’s not? OK - this is now getting very weird as Ben Fogle gets out and heads to the hotel. Glamourous wife is in the passenger seat and his famous black labrodor is in the back. I’m in the middle of nowhere and I then come across a minor celeb… One whose ‘break’ is associated with where I am… Head into the hotel. Rumour is he is here on secret honeymoon…
Wonder whether me thinking about stuff and then the celebrity involved suddenly appearing is a new talent I've acquired and if it only works on minor celebs? Think about how great an actress Sandra Bullock was in Crash and how Speed was her big break. Regretfully she does not appear to enter the hotel...
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