We nearly didn’t bother going to Uig, it being a longish drive away, but we’re glad we did – a truly amazing expanse of golden sand with an atmospheric mountain backdrop (slightly too much atmosphere meant we didn’t get a view from our transmitter hill walk). The drive was also very scenic and allowed us to marvel at the extent of Loch Rog.

The next day, after a pleasant windy walk up our local transmitter hill (we’ve decided these are a good bet as they tend to have short walk-ins, decent tracks and good view-to-height ratios, plus occasionally exciting concrete structures), we discovered a hidden gem of a beach at Dalbeg. Warm turquoise seas, white waves, multicoloured sand, grassy headlands, sea stacks, gneiss boulders and a great little stream for paddling and sand cliff jumping.

Our last full day on Lewis consisted mainly of visiting various restored traditional thatched buildings. But the most surprising and authentic visit was to a retired local crofter doing ad hoc demonstrations of Harris Tweed weaving out of a collection of sheds in his garden (no pictures unfortunately!)