As you may have gathered from yesterday’s post, the arrival by plane on Colonsay was in rather wet overcast conditions. Straight to our digs and as the rain eased off a wander down to the harbour was called for.
Sheep roamed freely and the bleating of the young lambs was everywhere. Even in the rain the place was charming, or maybe it was just that I was on holiday.
As for the wet stuff, it wasn’t all bad – right next to the bookshop one could find the Island’s brewery, all full of shining metal, scrubbed floors and beer.
So after a wee wander it was back to the hotel and, of course, a pint of locally brewed ale. Started to feel quite at home after just a few hours, sat in front of a roaring open fire and a pint in hand.
What would the next day bring?