Author: Annie

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.

One doesn’t just drive to Harris from Berneray. Rather, one gets up early, drives the winding roads of North Uist, crosses the causeway into Berneray and then turns right to line up for the small ferry that is the link between the two islands.