COLD. We arrived at last, could not find our B&B, asked directions, were led to the steep entrance into parking behind the old Manse. We were the only inmates, and the landlord was kindly (or jolly, as Mairi would say) and we bundled up again to walk down to the inn to eat salmon salad and venison pie.
|One of the first standing stones, so self-contained, is it not? Does it see, or feel, the sunrise seeping into the sky?|
|Mairi outside low cist burial.|
|Fifteenth century grave slabs, wondrous, yes?|