Our last day at the bothy. After cleaning out the fire I settled down to read whilst Rich had a lie-in. It’s the peace and quiet that we’ll miss. Whilst we live in a town, it’s in a quiet part of town fortunately, but it’s still urban nonetheless and we’re both better in remote places. Holidays such as this, where you have to wrap up warm to go outside to the fridge, and where you appreciate having access to a stove for heat, make you appreciate the simple things in life, and remind you that this is still more than many people live with.
Just after noon we headed south to North Uist’s one and only pub – the Westford Inn. Neither of us could face what we’ve been eating for lunch pretty much every day for the last 2 weeks – corned beef slices, edam, and crisps, with some olives thrown in as the vegetable component! These are all easy for Rich to eat when he’s tired though, and so we do what we can to limit choking episodes, and keep his weight up. Thanks to a mum-in-law brainwave we also pack sachets of Deliciously Ella baby food. When Rich is cold and tired he often can’t eat solids at all, so these sachets mean that he can get some fuel inside quickly, without having to resort to disgusting gels. We all agree that the sachets are absolutely wasted on babies!
We were the first diners to arrive and were served quickly. Rich opted for scampi and chips, whilst I had salmon and seaweed risotto. The portion sizes were huge, and Rich’s double cooked chips were sublime. Had we known the food was this good we’d have come down sooner, but it made for a lovely treat on our final day, and we’d heartily recommend if you’re driving around North Uist.
Once sated we headed back to the Hebridean Smokehouse to stock up on vacuam packs of hot smoked salmon as gifts, before taking one last walk along Hosta beach. There was a little van full of collie dogs parked up when we arrived, and they all bounded over for cuddles. Wherever we go we seem to attract the daft dogs and cats. Rich seemed not to have realised that the tide was coming in and managed to get wet feet and trouser legs. It’s easy to see how people get into trouble in the sea here as the waves and currents can be ferocious. The surf on this side of North Uist is definitely best admired from afar, unless you know what you’re doing with a surfboard. I wouldn’t mind trying bodyboarding or stand up paddle boarding, but with my dislocating knees and Rich’s lack of cochlears, normal surfing is out of the question unfortunately.