Yesterday, we heard the Coastguard helicopter flying overhead, and then saw it heading down towards the machair. So, in the custom of true bloggers, I headed down to the machair with the camera.
You can't see much of the helicopter, but the day was so lovely, the sea such a lovely colour, and my enjoyment at simply being outside so great, that I clicked away anyway.
(When I say I was outside, I mean I was outside of the house. Being inside the car still counts as outside in my world. Thank you for understanding.)
The helicopter hovered for a while and dropped one of the Coastguards close to a gulley.
When it hovered at its lowest, you could see so much spray coming up from the water.
I assumed it was an exercise, but it turns out they were indeed rescuing a fellow who'd gone down the cliffs after his dog.
Thankfully, nobody was hurt.
See the hole in the rock here. That's the Eye of the Butt.
That's there from when the Vikings first came to Lewis, loved the island so much and decided they wanted to tow it back to Norway.
Tall tale?? Not a bit of it. True story.
(Well, the part where the Vikings came to Lewis is true. And the bit that says they loved Lewis is true. Two out of three ain't bad, is it?)
The chopper flew across Eoropie to the lighthouse and landed there.
Aren't you glad I'm here to give you another snippet of useless information? Yep, I thought so.
