Imagine my delight when I arrived at this museum at the north end of Skye, traditional, stone built houses with thatched rooves. And the sense of expectation that I would find *string* was upheld!
The thatched rooves would once have been held in place by heather rope, weighed down with stones, as old photos showed, although the more practical chicken wire is in use today.
Find out more here http://www.skyemuseum.co.uk/index.html
Here is a fine bit of roof construction – straw rope lashing timber together ( with a 21st century electic cable running underneath!)
But despite these treats, and the fine weather, Skye did not capture my heart, so I decided to move on to the outer isles, and spent my first night at Tarbert on Harris. My first day here was delightful – I crossed the bridge link to the isle of Scalpay and walked out to the lighthouse. The weather stayed fine despite rain being promised, and I had another walk along Glen Lacasdail beside the water.
The plants have changed again – big patches of frothy, lime green lady;s mantle, which I think must be a garden escaper. And other escapees – clumps of huge Gunnera manicata and pale green leaves of crocosmia, a great string plant. But also orchids everywhere, and a whole range of others to discover.
I’m trying to work out why it feels so different here, and better… less touristy? more space? closer to the edge? Apart from the islands of St Kilda, there is nothing now between me and America across the Atlantic.
Awesome, as they say