TPR and I set off to walk the west coast of the islands of Harris and Lewis. TPR soon lost patience at my poor progress, so we agreed that he would go on ahead at his own pace, and I would follow more slowly behind him.

After he disappeared into the distance I considered my options. This was going to be one hell of a slog.

Then, miraculously, I saw a helicopter crew nearby tending a fish farm. I wandered over to the workers, explained my predicament, and successfully hitched a ride home.