An account of my travels through the Celtic countries on the fringe of Western Europe in 2002.
Saturday, 3 August 2002
Youth Hostel, Isle of Berneray
Another perfect day – light breeze, warm sun, clarity. Quietness – only the sound of a pipe gurgling out its contents onto the kelp-covered rocks below. Soft voices in conversation. A tabby cat stalking the waving grass.
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