The island is closed. Shut and everything.
There are far too many poeples here at the moment flaunting their wind-burn as they trapse off their sailboats, out of camper vans and even, off the ferry. Granted there is the Heb Celt musical review and the boatee gathering as well but, and here' the rub, we have enough. There is only so much air to breathe eh? The deserted beaches often have two people on them and the cafes are busy. That's not the island I know.
So, please note; we are closed until further notice. Or should be anyway.
Look, does this print not tell you something?
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