The guest house was now on two sites, one managed by the husband and the other by the wife. As a consequence, TPR and I were split up and slept apart.

Draped in a pale blue cashmere jumper lent to me by the wife, I waved goodbye to TPR as he headed off to his quarters.

This was going to be a lonely holiday. However, I was still looking forward to having a go on the newly built kiddies’ steam train that had brought the railway to the Isle of Lewis.