I woke to silence, and it took me a few minutes to realise that until today all we’d heard was wind! I managed to read a few articles before a migraine reared its ugly head and I had no choice but to go back to bed and let the tryptan hopefully do its thing. Rich never minds having a peaceful day when I’m not well, and spent the morning preparing dinner, and reading one of my favourite ever books – ‘A man called Ove’. There aren’t many books that can make you laugh so hard that you’re at risk of doing yourself an injury.

Fortunately I was able to get out of bed by mid-afternoon, and not wanting to waste any more of the day we decided that we’d walk directly from the bothy down to Hogha Gearraidh, and round the cliffs to Hosta beach. Whilst it was still a tad breezy, the rain stayed away. We saw lots of coos, baby coos, and gulls, but alas no seals or otters. Walking back up the ‘drive’, really drove it home that the bothy was one of the highest houses on the island, and that the track probably needs some attention!

Hosta, North Uist