Hebridean Horizons 2012

A breezy morning, and no midges, breakfast with bacon. Setting off over the spine of Barra, through Beul a Bhealaich, through extremely difficult terrain with no path and knee-high heather to plod through. Very slow pace, until I descend towards the Atlantic coast. The hills are foggy, the tops invisible. I finally pitch in a meadow near a deserted farm above Craigston. A pole breaks while pitching, but I manage to repair it. Problems to find water, until I finally find a tiny burn still flowing. Just 2,8 miles today.