|The primary school in the middle of nowhere.|
We walked far along the beach, through the dunes, down to the water and out into the middle of nowhere, before returning down the other side past a massive graveyard of washed up shells and dead crabs. The beach was quite desolate in a way; roaring winds scoured the sands, racing in from over the mountains and out at sea, pounding at the few people who dared to wander across the flatlands. Nonetheless, it was very nice, the sands golden and the water sparkling in the few moments of sun that succeeding in piercing the gloomily overcast sky. It was perhaps not the perfect weather for visiting the beach, but it was nonetheless an enjoyable walk.
After stopping briefly for cheese and crackers we returned to the road and followed it for a couple of miles back in the direction of Tarbert, to the Harris Art Cafe. The cafe served wonderful coffee from french presses and very lemony lemon cake. We doodled in their visitor's sketch book and appreciated their art before leaving to hang out with a family of puppies whilst waiting for our return bus.