Handa Island

In Bettyhill, we had stopped at a café to treat ourselves to a hot lunch of local fish and chips. An older couple seemed intrigued (either by Mick or our strange dress) and proceeded to talk for us for what seemed like hours. They gave us plenty of suggestions of places to go, things to do etc. One of which was a recommendation to visit Handa Island, a bird sanctuary off the west coast further down. So, we took their advice and headed to Handa.
Funnily enough we arrived at Handa Island several days later only to find the old couple sitting in their car reading the paper. Not sure if they had actually decided to visit again, or if they were waiting to check up on us, but we met again! I have always thought of bird watching as quite a daggy past time, but Handa Island turned out to be an amazing place! We learnt all about razorbills (there were 11,000 pairs of them), guillemots (66,000 of those), great skuas, and puffins! Met some sensational people too!! So, Handa was worth the visit.
Mick had befriended the driver who had taken us out to Handa and managed to orgnaise us some fresh seafood for dinner.......so, we trekked back up to our campsite on the hill (a massive hill), cooked up 2 fresg lobsters on our trusty little camping stove, and ate like kings in front of a view of mountains, lochs and the ocean! Life doesn’t get much better than this!!!