I woke up with the sound of the ferrie's horn the next morning, and after deciding that according to her snoring, Liz would be sleeping for quite some time still, I made my way down to the bit of beach I could see. But to get close to the sea was quite impossible as the whole beach was covered in a thick layer of seaweed that smelled to high heavens. So not being able to get close to the sea where I could see an otter playing in the waves, I went down to the jetty to watch the ferry that had just anchored spit out its passengers into the cold of the early morning.
I love to watch people, and I sat and listened unashamedly to peoples conversations of what they expected to find on the far away outer Hebrides.
My hand was aching unbearably, so I went back to the caravan, where I found Liz slouched over the table, looking at the world with bleary eyes, and then when I closed the door too loudly, at me with loathing. But at least she was at the second stage of her waking up and getting dressed ritual, that means her second cuppa and also second cigarette. The next stage was her shower, then another cuppa and a ciggy, then getting dressed and blow drying her hair, and voila, after two and a half hours, she was all ready for the day.
I fixed my hand with clean gauze, and some ointment, then started on breakfast while Liz got dressed, thinking that I would die if we had to stay at this place for ten days. I knew about Liz and her hours, and I did not mind in the least, as long as I had enough to do till she was ready for the day.

Just before twelve we were ready to go out and see what the island had to offer.
The road leading out of Uig went up behind the little village, and from the top you had a good view of the caravan home where we were stationed, and we could see that we were in the middle of all the activities connected to the ferries, and with the clouds hanging very low, and the wind scatterring paper wrappers and other fast food containers all over and around, it looked quite a dreary place to spend your holiday, and we decided to drive around for a while to see if we could find another cottage that we could rent.
We saw this wooden cottages after having driven around along the coastline, but as the place was still full of tourists, we never hoped to be lucky enough to get one that was not occupied. Great was our elation when we were told by a nice old lady that indeed there was one open cottage, just as if was waiting for us.  There wasn't many trees, or rivers, but the sea was near, and also some coffee shops where I could sit and while away the mornings till Liz was ready.
But we had no idea what to tell the kindly people of the caravan, but we were quite aware that we would loose our deposit, but at that stage I would have felt ok with loosing a few days's fee.