The wind remains high all morning. Tosh invites me in for a coffee, and brushes away my suggestions that the wind was strong last night.
“The Pod has survived much worse than that,” she assures me.
I head over to Callinish to see the standing stones, and do a walk around all three sites. Wind still very strong (by my standards), and at a point in the walk when it’s at my back, a rain shower blows in, and thoroughly drenches the back of my legs. Otherwise I remain dry.
I make another attempt to find the Bothy. It takes me three or four passes along the cliffs, but eventually I manage it. The wind is still incredibly blustery, but it’s blowing off the sea, so if anything it’s keeping me more safe. The waves pounding and crashing into the sea stacks, exploding into spray, is a spectacular sight.
The Bothy is a very special, near-magical place, beautifully-designed and built on a shelf in the cliffs. It has three windows, one with views westward across the sea, one of the cliffs and sea stacks to the north, and one in the roof. It would be a dramatic place to spend the night.
In the evening I have dinner at Uig Sands, a fine dining restaurant with an even finer view through floor-to-ceiling windows across the beach at Uig. My server brings me plate after plate with very small amounts of food on them, but what’s there is deliciously tasty.
I drive back to the Pod in the twilight, with the lochs shining light blue against the darkened hills.