Here are Heather and cutie at the very Butt of Lewis.
Yes, the most northerly point in Lewis, and officially the windiest spot in the UK.
This lighthouse was manned until the 1990s, but is now fully automated. As a child I loved hearing the foghorn, booming out its low-pitched horn on foggy nights. I have very clear memories of lying in bed in total darkness, and total silence outside, and hearing the foghorn go.
We then took a wander down to 'our' beach.
Cutie wrote her name, very modern-art-like...
....and was chuffed to bits with the result.
And so their time here came to an end.
There are many things I didn't expect when I began blogging: meeting people from other parts of the world in person because of the blog certainly comes into the category of 'unexpected blogging benefits'.
Have a safe journey home, Heather. See you in five years' time!