We’d never seen snow on Uig sands before. It really was a beautiful sight, and you would have thought it would be an absolute pleasure to be snowed in here. However, after only one night at our favourite guest house TPR, BM, JM and I were to be accommodated in a dilapidated hovel up the road, and almost as soon as we arrived TPR vanished. I was distraught; BM was unmoved. We shared our accommodation with an overweight modern Miss Haversham, all decked-out in her wedding dress and convinced that a husband would present himself just as soon as the snow melted. Upstairs the F family locked themselves in their room with a boxed set of The thin blue line. I was disappointed that they didn’t invite me along too, but they did at least offer to lend me the series once they were finished with it.