28 September 2009
One incident I remember from a year ago on the road to Luskentyre. We were parked this side of Morag’s late, rusty, corrugated shed, which was about half a mile before reaching weaver Donald John Mackay’s shed which overlooks one of the most gorgeous bays in the world. Even on days when a storm is raging and news in the world is depressing, the view from Donald John’s property over the silvery-white sands and sparkling water is a feast for the mind.
It was either on Friday 1st or Saturday 2nd August last year (I seem to have missed a day in my Journal) we were snoozing and reading in the car. It was an overcast day and threatening midges. In other words there was no wind. Perfect midge weather. Grumbling that someone should block our view of heaven, or something about sheep, or both, two pairs of long female legs emerged from the car that had parked slap bang next to us. One of the long blonde haired girls wore a short black pencil thin skirt, black patterned top and black stilletto heeled shoes and giggled. Her name was Alla. Very Hebridean.
The second girl was also preceded by long legs, but wearing stiletto heeled cowboy boots as she emerged from the silver car. She was obviously too hot – as soon as she was out of the car she peeled off her skirt to reveal white, laced up hot pants and then on with a white stetson hat. Her name was Gina.
Of course a dissertation followed, about how it was going to be a repeat of something he (my partner) came across many years ago in Lincolns Inn Fields, about 1973, where they were making a calendar with naked girls standing on plinths, who threw off their coats, with snow all around, and here it is all happening again.
Well, the Luskentyre floor show was apparently the beginnings of a calendar to be called Beauty and the Beach, Lewis and Harris Calendar 2009. And it was to raise funds for local primary schools on Lewis and Harris to give children an opportunity to enjoy more class outings to places of interest and recreation.
The sight of these young ladies in the outback of Harris made my camera fingers twitch. They huddled in the road. “It’s nice to have something different in a landscape,” said one of the girls.
Here’s one of my pictures.
A million miles from Harris Tweed…I like the idea of the unusual…opposites. It made me think of Harris Tweed, young island folk today….