Travel review: Isles of Lewis and Harris
John was great. The elderly Dutchman has spent the last 25 years hitch-hiking around the islands and taking in the breath-taking scenery. And he proved to be just the tonic for young whipper snappers Ruaridh (8) and Flora (6) who reckon they know a thing or two about travelling.
Their eyes grew as John told them stories of remote washing powder white beaches, with sparkling blue seas, crammed with wild and bird life, houses heated using the wonderfully aromatic smelling peat, play areas where the zip wire whizzes along at 100 miles an hour and lands you in a pile of sand and stone circles said to be as old as the Egyptian pyramids.
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