There Will Be Blood

 And there was... head full of Whiskey in an attempt to combat a nasty cold, I was just chopping some wood for the fire when the axe slipped and bit deeply into my hand. Oh well, it's not like I work with my hands or anything. I cleaned the wound with whiskey and bound it with a field dressing and it's now mostly healed- notes to self- stay away from the pointy end, don't chop stuff when you're drunk, etc.

 A few bikes we saw on our travels while we slummed it in our new van. The Scottish Islands are perfect for a leisurely bike trip. I might start planning one for myself soon.

 

 It's quite unbelievable that we have such perfect and uninhabited beaches like this, shame I was suffering from a nasty cold. There's even one that you can land an aeroplane on.

Holiday over, now where did I put that map of France?

Holiday Snaps

I can't quite believe that in just 10 days we took about 500 photos; ah the joy of digital photography. Every once in a while it does the soul good to immerse oneself in the great outdoors and do wholesome activities rather than just music and motorbikes. Don't get me wrong- I took a guitar and was pining for a motorbike the whole time. Beyond that we climbed mountains, cycled over big hills, scrambled up and down avalanches (for want of a better word) and finally barbecued on beautiful white sandy beaches while smoking big cigars and drinking fine whiskey. Sure we had midges, a force 11 gail and some rain but I kid you not, the rest of the time was almost tropical. I also came back with some of the finast Harris Tweed known to man to satisfy my cloth fetish.