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fingertrouble"We don't do fast (unless we are driving)"
One of the things books always point out is that life in the Hebrides is slow. As slow as the glaciers that formed the lochs (& veritably stationary on a Sunday; the one about padlocking swings seems to be a myth, unless they now padlock up the kids instead).
Example: because the combined arcanery of the bus times & lack of anything like a shop on the Butt of Lewis (stop sniggering at the back) I had only an hour back in Stornoway before the bus out. Fine, I'll do my shopping, then grab a bite to eat. I even asked how long the food would take (5-10 mins max). 15-20 mins later I'm shovelling the food into my mouth at Resolve baiting speeds & run for the bus. Sadly easy-going does not apply to the buses...
The ultimate irony is that the locals drive like life is going out of fashion, & they seem to get their wish judging by the ditches.
One of the things books always point out is that life in the Hebrides is slow. As slow as the glaciers that formed the lochs (& veritably stationary on a Sunday; the one about padlocking swings seems to be a myth, unless they now padlock up the kids instead).
Example: because the combined arcanery of the bus times & lack of anything like a shop on the Butt of Lewis (stop sniggering at the back) I had only an hour back in Stornoway before the bus out. Fine, I'll do my shopping, then grab a bite to eat. I even asked how long the food would take (5-10 mins max). 15-20 mins later I'm shovelling the food into my mouth at Resolve baiting speeds & run for the bus. Sadly easy-going does not apply to the buses...
The ultimate irony is that the locals drive like life is going out of fashion, & they seem to get their wish judging by the ditches.