The Beary fishermen dwell in a littoral world between the bengre and the sea. The bengre is a (barrier) spit of sand dunes and troughs that have formed and continue to be present due to the tides from the ocean and the intertidal wetlands and backwaters. Between waters, their livelihoods depend on shallow water fishing, working collectively for the daily catch in the early mornings. Waking at 4am, they step out to see the sea, what is going on, reading the waves, the sounds

It's pissing down today, and I'm worried about my ferry the day after tomorrow. Sitting at the Kilbride Cafe in South Uist, as Am Politician is full up for lunch. Had an IPA Seven Peaks and some peanuts. While waiting for it to open I called CalMac to check if I should be worried. So far it's GREEN for Tuesday. I will decide tonight what to do. It's a wet day. The rain is on, but the wind is not too strong, nor are the waves very choppy, from the looks of it. When I think a

I'm checked out of Seann Taigh (South Lochboisdale) and handed over the keys to Katie Campbell (mother of the owner). Had a quick chat with her and found that her great grandparents were in the photo (archive) taken by an American lady who lived in a thatched house up the hill behind Katie's place. I drove slowly towards Eriskay and saw the strange-looking beautiful kirk and pulled into it along with 2 cyclists from Bristol - Eben and Liz. As we took photos of the kirk a ge