At last a bit of spare time in Lewis to explore on a weekend. At last I know what it feels like to walk across the peat (easier than I thought) and have the time to really savour the spaciousness, the sea, the land, the rocks, the moods.
3000 million year old Lewisian Gneiss rocks.... amongst the oldest in the world (according to Wikipedia!).


All alone in a little cove along the coast from Dalmore I came across this very sick young seal. I sat with her for an hour and half while she looked at me but could obviously hardly move she was so weak. She even let me stroke her back and her flipper... though I am sure she'd much rather bitten my hand off, if she was able. It was an amazing thing to feel a wild animal breathe.
When I got to the top of the hill beyond the cove I managed to call wildlife rescue and via Somerset, Stornoway and Carloway a volunteer came out. Unfortunately the seal was too weak and swam off to the big blue ocean in the sky. I think of her often and her big knowing, gentle eyes.

























































