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First afternoon

Further to this morning's post, we had a slightly treacherous, but still enjoyable, walk this afternoon across to a favourite series of beaches at Plaide Mhor, which I have visited every time we have been to Colonsay.  The walking conditions from the airstrip along a very muddy and stony track were not easy, but I made it down on to the beach while Mr Gaucho sat on a rock, with the dogs, and enjoyed the view out to sea.  I can think of worse places to sit and ponder!
 A glimmer of sunshine across the golf course looking back to the interior of Colonsay.
Something tells me that golf is not a very serious pursuit on Colonsay, apart from which I think there are far better ways of passing the time in this lovely place!  And anyway, there is a very good chance that you would never find the golf ball because it is more than likely it will be swallowed up by a rabbit hole.


Here's the prize!  This is what the skiddy, muddy walk was for.  Nothing between you and Newfoundland beyond the end of those beaches.
 I was definitely here!

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  1. I feel like I am there with you! I can smell the sea and the damp earth!
    Cleanses the soul .. I love wild weather - enjoy & love!
    Xx

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