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| Shores of Isle of Lewis |
Chauffeur driven all the way to the Hebrides, the little desert Island hideaway, thousands of miles away from the main land England seems an idyllic place to be? That's where my partner and I headed for our next trip together. My partner borrowed his father's car, he was the navigator and the driver for the whole journey to Stornoway and return journey home, via the scenic route, through Scotland, stopping at various B&B . My turn came to drive when we reached the isolated roads on the Island and under supervision,( from the driver of the car !) I nearly drove the car off the cliff edge few times. I guess we all do some stupid things and break the law when we are young and in love too??
We were camping on the Island where the sun hardly came to greet us and to our horror nor did the population of the Island. Whilst the rain dominated most of our short stay there, I spent most of the evenings making wool balls out of the woollen hanks which I bought on the Island. Cooking any decent camping food in rain drenched tent was not always possible and we found ourselves out hunting for food shops to keep away the hunger. Lucky, for us, we walked into a friendly Indian corner shop. Civilisation at long last....
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