We met the French cyclists when they came off the North Uist ferry. Exhausted and soaked, they were not happy tourists. We agreed that the Hebridean weather was not the easiest and, as illustration, I demonstrated how I could launch myself into the wind to make little flights over the single track road.
Afterwards the weather cleared up and we took our new friends to the beautiful bay. Here, at high tide, a multitude of exotic wildlife – including a talented school of dolphins – performed in the water.
Dreamaticus 