I’m finally returning to write about Scotland after the whirlwind that has been January. Looking back at my pictures makes me realize just how badly I want to get out there again. The Isle of Harris is the southern part of the Isle of Lewis, so technically there’s one island with a different name for the north and the south. Harris is famous as the birthplace of tweed and only tweed that is made from the wool of the sheep on the island, then spun and woven on the island can call itself Harris Tweed.
Unfortunately, we only had one evening and morning on the island and hence missed out on the famous west coast, but I hope to return one day with more time on my hands. We stayed in a wonderful B&B in the middle of nowhere overlooking the sea, felt like we were at the end of the world – and didn’t mind it at all.
I love how dreamy the pictures have come out. They’re not the sharpest and most clear I’ve ever taken, but they do show the feeling that Harris stirred inside of me.
After a big breakfast the next morning, we headed out again in the hopes of seeing some seals. We didn’t find them, but got to see a beautiful morning and encountered some Highland cattle. I am usually not a morning person, but when I did manage to get up early I’m always happy I did and promise to do it more often. Of course this resolution only lasts until the next morning, but one can hope, right?
Look, it’s a unicorn cattle! ;)
Thanks for reading! Up next: The Isle of Skye