Big Sands, Ullapool and Hector

Big Sands is a ridiculously beautiful area close to the quaint village of Gaerloch.

Since there's no phone or internet signal at Big Sands (either), we found amusement in walking by the ocean, in picking a rock that looks *exactly* like a potato, in trying to get our beard, reapectively hair, out of our mouths, and in watching prospective neighbours fighting with their wildly flapping tents.

According to BBC, the flapping was due to the storm Hector, with gusts up to 30 m/s.

According to a gentleman in a shop in Ullapool, the  storm Hector was just a figment of the imagination of pussy-footed people in the big cities, who think anything that moves a feather is a storm. "Aach, it's just wind. I bet the ferry's still running normally." 

We thanked him and fought our way through the imaginary storm, down the street to a very busy restaurant by the ferryport, where we had a lovely lunch.

The ferry was running normally.