Who needs the Indian Ocean when there’s the Atlantic…

Another WOW day on Barra, after yesterday’s miserable weather.  To quote Buddy Holly,  “The sun is out, the sky is blue, there’s not a cloud to spoil the view” (well only fluffy ones) and we drove down to the jetty and joined the other motorhomes/cars already parked there.  Last year we hardly saw a soul there but we have noticed quite a few wild campers there this year.

We decided to go down onto the beach the other side for a change and were glad we did as it was mostly deserted and there were some lovely rock formations (which yours truly even managed to stagger over!).  Here’s a selection of photographs from the many we took during our walk.

Crushed cockle shells at the sea’s edge

We drove down to the airport for cake and internet and then thought we should tackle the path up through the machair on the opposite side which leads to western side of the island and the Atlantic ocean.  This is the view looking backwards and you can see Bessie parked on the far right.

The view from the top took your breath away (featured image and below):

You can see the new wind turbine behind the campsite in the distance

We walked along the beach and left some virgin footprints in the sand.

As we climbed back up the dunes the moon was visible in the eastern sky – it was 5pm!

Beyond Traigh Mhor and the airfield, the Ardmhor to Eriskay ferry was crossing.

Returning to the campsite, Peter investigated the beach below and I continued with a painting outside.

A Black-Headed Gull performed some aerobatics and a Ringed Plover searched for something to eat along the beach.

Later the clouds over Eriskay took on a pink tinge…

… and beyond the wind turbine the dying sun in the western sky took a dramatic turn.

It won’t last (rain due tomorrow again) but days like these are equal to any in more exotic lands.