The term ‘lazybeds’ is doubly inappropriate. Not only did these beds require huge effort to build and maintain, hiking across them is quite hard work.
Stay close to the tumbledown fence. This is looking back towards Leverburgh.
Suddenly and for no obvious reason it turns into new fence.
…with a shiny new waymarked gate, on the far side of which marker posts lead you north and eventually down to the A 859
Don’t be distracted by the sudden view and head downhill too soon, you need to keep slightly up and to the left in order to find the new gate and pass through it to follow the marker posts
It’s probably best not to fall off the raised turf path unless you happen to be hiking in a lifejacket.
Don’t tell the shepherd…
Erm, surely some mistake?
At the bottom of the road is this lovely bit of habitat, a few remnant old pines, scrub and even what looked like a reedbed. This must be one of the most important havens for smaller birds anywhere on Harris.
As you walk into Leverburgh signs indicate a hostel up the hill to the right. This could be well worth checking out as an alternative to the long walk to and from the Berneray hostel.
The deservedly famous view of Northton beach and Ceapabhal,
Damp Angus, they call him.
Don’t aim for the building with the red roof, the terrain going downhill becomes shockingly hard.
Looking north from the building with the red roof, there’s definitely a gate north of the fence.
This view back form the Coffin Road shows how I should have stayed north of the building with the red roof. Here the going downhill looks much easier.
Rusty machinery along the Coffin Road.
Impressive footbridge over Abhainn Sheileboist
The lonely Golden Road
Picnic tables thoughtfully installed for hikers above Loch Stocanais. Well, somebody has started to install them. Several years ago.
I climbed this fence and went obediently uphill, but this is not the Hebridean Way. That is somewhere else lower down, nearer the loch.
Some of Tarbert’s shops are a bit League of Gentlemen
Back to the Golden Road
Oh look, a view. This means that once again I have gone up much too high.
Yes, it’s a great view, but now it’s tricky getting back down to the trail.
The Scholars’ Path.
At the end of the Scholars’ Path there’s a recycled plastic bench, artfully positioned behind a rock so you can’t see the view if you sit on it. Shelter from the wind trumps all other considerations in the Outer Hebrides!
Blundering down to yet another fence, Loch Stocanais below.
On the way down the road into Tarbert I realised I should have come down that path over there!
At least three Cuckoos were chasing each other around the harbour in the painterly evening light.
Blundering incompetently around the high tops above Loch Stocanais is at least rewarded with views.
Regaining the trail and it’s BLUE markers. That’s the building in the previous photo, it’s the ‘large derelict chapel’ mentioned in the guidebook.
The eventual signage.
I’m standing on the road, already some distance past where the Harris Walkway should be heading off it to the right. The eventual Hebridean Way sign is arrowed n tangerine.
Heading uphill leads to more fences and more confusion.
Call me old-fashioned but this is not a ‘yellow-topped marker post’.
The unpromising-looking gate.
You can’t help wondering what’s the point of half these fences, they’re surely more of a hazard than a help to livestock?
The fence leading down to the bridge is less impressive.
Rejoining the Hebridean Way at 057 966.
The blessed fleshpots of Tarbert.
This very minibus, coming up from Maraig, would probably have taken me to the Clisham car park.
Clisham, the highest peak in the Outer Hebrides
Your actual glacial striations
Looking back to Lochannan Lacasdail from the top of the bealach.
Ongoing trail repairs at Lochannan Lacasdail
Crikey, that’s not Gunner manicata is it? Could be just Rheum palmatum, either way it looks jolly invasive. I prophesy that in ten years’ time the rhubarb forests of Harris will be a tourist attraction.
The Cameron McNeish memorial wishing well.
That’ll be Lewis over there. Oh lawks…
Somebody forgot to tie their caravan down last winter…