Twas, dull, damp and dreich but I went all the same out over to the west side of the island. why you may ask and I cannot even now tell you that. My head started falling off by the time I got to Calanish and even a cup of coffee and a less than brilliant scone couldn't shake the negativity off.
A trip round Great Bernera and Kirkibost didn't yield much more brightness - either in the sky or my mind. The Hassie came out for a play and captured the scene as I arrived. I got the feeling that it wished it could have stayed in the car.