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The reservior behind the hydro dam at Altguish seems very low - I thin it's getting lower each year just now.
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A first view of Stac Pollaidh glaring out from under the clouds.
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Ruth saluting me. It's nice to get the respect I deserve for a change.
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Paddling on the beach at Achnahaird. Well, in Ruth's case almost paddling.
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Just to prove we both got our feet wet...
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Hello, it's us. Either that, or it's "hug a hoodie" day...
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Aww, us again.
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Ruth photgraphing some really interesting sand.
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Surf's up! For a mouse at any rate - these are actually tiny ripples, scarcely an inch high. I just held my camera really low.
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The payphone in the pub used to be our main means of communication up here. Now everyone has a mobile, it is no more. Only the socket remains.
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It's always a relief when the roof is still on.
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Usable weather - mostly cloudy with a few sunny patches and the odd very light shower.
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Us again - out for a walk this time.
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Ruth is a bit nervous scrambling on rocks.
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She made it round to this rather spectacular rock pool though.
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The even more spectacular "swimming pool".
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I've never swum here, but apparantly it heats up on a sunny day so it isn't as cold as the sea,
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Ruth having a break as we scramble back across the rocks.
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Nervous on rocky terrain, but straight up this steep hillside like a mountain goat!
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The rock pools are down there - it is a bit of a faff to get down to sea level and over the rocks to them.
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The millstone at Totaig.
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Faochag Bay, the furthest point of our walk.
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Nearly home - this is the bay our house is at the back of, Camas Eilan Ghlais.
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And now for something completely different. I love the fine, intertwined lines of rust on the bottom of this tin.
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Ripples on the beach at Gruinard Bay. It is best known for the island out there which was contaminated with Anthrax during biological warfare experiments in the Second World War . It is advertised as having pink sand beaches. The sand is pinker than usual, but I'm not sure I would have noticed if I hadn't read the tourist propaganda before visiting.
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Ruth trying to avoid getting her trousers wet while crossing a stream.
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A worm cast on the beach.
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Kelp.
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Birds foraging at the water's edge.
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Ruth.
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Us again!
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The beach at Gruinard Bay is pretty big - at least at low tide.
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Ruth attempting some ambitious mountaineering.
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The wooden stairs down to the beach - they look rickety but withstood my weight successfully.
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How can a road be so straight in such rough trrain? Aren't bulldozers brilliant?
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Ruth in the bar at the Summer Isles Hotel, where we had a rather delectable dinner.
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Ruth on the beach, watching for an otter. At least we're pretty sure it was an otter.
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The beach and the island.
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Ruth checking out her photos from otter watch post number two!
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Otter watch post number three.
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We're pretty sure this is an otter - it sure as heck wasn't behaving like a seal. It was too far away to be absolutely sure though!
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The sheep were missing from the peninsula the first few days - then miraculously reappeared.
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Ruth "princess of fire" Stevenson was in charge of the fire each night. She did an excellent job!
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The newly painted end wall of the house. Now we just need to refresh the pain on the rest of the interior, and the floor.
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Ruth ready to head back to the car at the end of our stay.
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She has a definite spring in her step at the thought of returning to civilisation, in spite of the load on her back!
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