Tag Archives: Isle of Lewis

The girl with the dragon tattoo is an Outer Hebridean alien (Rousse)

Posted on January 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Lisbeth Salander was just one of the surprises at the guest house on the Isle of Lewis. Also packed in with the “regular” guests were my nephew PF and his sister AF, Mikael Blomkvist (on hand to help Lisbeth track … Continue reading →

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Single women looking for men, and a new line in hot tubs (Rousse)

Posted on September 29, 2011 by Dreamaticus

TPR and GJ were sewn into a two-man Black Watch tartan straight-jacket. Forced together so closely, the dancing tutor believed this would speed up the process of teaching them the moves for the forthcoming ball. Neither was particularly charmed by … Continue reading →

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Miss Haversham awaits her husband while Rousse loses hers

Posted on August 20, 2011 by Dreamaticus

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 … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged box set, Charles Dickens, dress, DVD, Great Expectations, guest house, hotel, hovel, Isle of Lewis, Miss Haversham, snow, Thin blue line, TPR, TV series, Uig, Uig sands, wedding, wedding dress | Leave a comment

An afternoon with David Mitchell (Rousse)

Posted on August 19, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The black banana that promised to contain a map inside was a grave disappointment. Now my sister J and I were lost with two Canadian cousins somewhere in the south of England with no idea of how to reach the … Continue reading →

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Paul the cobra and the early history of punk (Rousse)

Posted on July 8, 2011 by Dreamaticus

When our friends from the Isle of Lewis popped in to see us in Edinburgh they brought two pets with them. Paddy the black and white collie dog bounded round the house in excitement. Meanwhile, attracted by the smell of … Continue reading →

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Alternative cycling in the Hebrides (Rousse)

Posted on April 23, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Water started pouring through the upper floor of our cottage at Timsgarry on the Isle of Lewis. My partner guessed that the source of the problem was most likely the spring further up the hill. The urgency was such that … Continue reading →

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A tardis and a fake doctor – amongst other strange things (Rousse)

Posted on April 18, 2011 by Dreamaticus

On the Isle of Lewis: It was lucky that I happened to glance out at the sea from the stairwell window from the fourth floor when I did. The tsunami was heading straight for the sea wall. TPR, RG and … Continue reading →

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Rousse makes her choice from the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppets, Ruby Wax, and Clive Anderson

Posted on April 7, 2011 by Dreamaticus

At last a taxi stopped in Bruntsfield and three of us jumped into it to shelter from the pouring rain. LM, however, couldn’t face the mess of discarded chicken bones, cold chips and KFC wrappers on the taxi seats and … Continue reading →

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged art, bones, Bruntsfield, chicken, Clive Anderson, Isle of Lewis, Kentucky Fried Chicken, KFC, litter, London, mess, paintings, pictures, Ruby Wax, Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre, studio | Leave a comment

Searching for silver and scallops, with a car smash in-between (Rousse)

Posted on February 24, 2011 by Dreamaticus

With pick-axes and shovels we leapt into the old Land Rover and headed for the hills. Our secret mission was highly illegal: to mine a supposed seam of silver not yet charted by the authorities. It was a huge risk, … Continue reading →

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Rousse falls foul of fake friendships

Posted on February 18, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Wherever I went I felt unwelcome. Even so-called friends gave me the cold shoulder. For example, when out walking across moorland with SS on the Isle of Lewis she feigned friendship, yet always ensured that she kept several steps ahead … Continue reading →

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