L2L Day 90 Borve (Berneray) to Hergabost (Harris)- 10 miles
Up before 6 to walk to the harbour, without breakfast for the 07:00 ferry to Leverburgh (Harris).
We reckoned this must be the best value hour's entertainment as the ferry slalomed between the channel marker buoys and the low lying submerged rocks to arrive safely in Leverburgh.
With no facilities for breakfast, we were starving by the time we arrived so it was straight to the ButtyBus on the harbourside for a breakfast sandwich and coffee.
Chris had been a Navigating officer in the Merchant Navy for 20 years before running a business exporting Hebridean crabs to the Far East. He explained the challenges with Spanish middlemen who'd always try to outbid the locals and pay in cash.
While waiting for our bus, we chatted about SNP, Keir, pensions and Andy B. A great way to start the morning!
Having run the ButtyBus - "with 4 Michelin tyres" - for the last 16 years, Chris now has the perfect work-life balance, spending the Summer months in the Hebrides and the winter months in Thailand. Brilliant!!
Again, because of the challenges of the length of the walk to Tarbert and the times of busses, we decided to walk the first section from North to South - from Hergabost to Leverburgh so with little time to spare after our breakfast roll, we caught the W10 bus. No sooner on board, we got talking to the driver. Calum had also been in the merchant navy and travelled all over the world as a ship's cook. He described cooking for a multi national, multi ethnic crew. After the merchant navy, he moved to Ontario where he drove Kenilworths. He also met and married his wife there.
Calum retired back to Harris in 2000 and drives the local bus now, as he said, to 'get him out if the house'
At Hergabost, there must have been 20 camper vans, parked up on a headland overlooking the sea. Each to his own!
The trail from Hergabost, climbed gradually up to about 300 ft and then rose and fell for the next five miles.
The going was boggy and we had to take many diversions to keep out of the deeper stuff. As a consequence, progress was slow - only a little over 1 mph.
We stopped for a flask of coffee accompanied by the beautiful song of a wren only a few metres away.
Though we'd had an early start, the slow progress forced us to change our plans for the afternoon. We caught a bus for a few miles back to Leverburgh and enjoyed a chilled afternoon with a walk around the inner harbour,
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