Nomad exploring life wherever I am
Why Sandbach? Where the heck is that, anyways? Well, it turns out to be a delightful market town, close to Manchester and Chester, with a proper high street, a market square, many classic pubs, and a fair amount of people I wanted to see after all these years away.
All good things come to an end, they say, and so it was with my time on the Outer Hebrides. I couldn’t leave without one last post of photos, though.
Of all the places I love in Scotland, and in the Outer Hebrides, it is this two-mile stretch of pristine beach at the far end of Lewis that I have held deep in my heart since I walked its sands 10 years ago. I can’t tell you why that is, I just know it is so.
Down a rutted, single-track road with three blind spots where —if you’re lucky — you either slide through without meeting another car or — if you’re not — one of you backs up to a passing place, keep going until that road ends at the tiny beach at Dalbeg (Dail Beag).
If reaching the Outer Hebrides is the long awaited and crowning achievement of this trip, then the Isle of Lewis is the big shiny jewel in that particular crown. It’s going to take a few posts to explain why, and most of that will be photos, I’m sure. So let’s get started exploring the big island.