I sat high above the angry sea, watching the waves crash viciously against the rocks, spitting out black seaweed in big clumps before racing back, getting ready for the next advance. It was beautiful, although quite awe inspiring, and it brought on a kind of anxiety, making me feel a bitty restless. But after my breakfast and a lovely cuppa, I lay back against a rock, looking up at the sky that was sunny at last, and I was quite at one with the world. Walking back, I tried to get closer to the sea, but soon found that leaving the road was quite hazardous, as the whole area was boggy, and the holes was quite deep. After falling into quite a few, I gave up trying, and it was with a bit of heaviness in my heart that I approached the house.
By now the clouds had covered the sky again, and the house that we were renting looked very lonely and sad, with the bog grass swaying lightly in the wind, and I wondered how on earth I am going to while away the mornings waiting for Lizzy to wake up, and get ready to go somewhere. There was nothing to see but windblown bogs and a few sad looking houses.
Liz was just awake when I got back, sitting slumped over the kitchen table taking long pulls from her cigarette, now and then taking a sip of her coffee. It was no use trying to speed her up, as she just got stressed as she called it, and once stressed, she took even longer to perk up. At long last she went for a shower, then of course her second cuppa and another cigarette, after which she got dressed, and did her hair and face. All this took ages, and I was rearing at the bit, as the day was by now halfway gone.
On our previous holidays together I did not mind her sleeping late, as there was always lots to do and see, where I could walk to, but this time it was walking on the road to the lighthouse and back.
Within three days I was bored out of my mind, and I sat drawing the little barn outside, waiting for signs of life from inside the house. By the time I heard her moving around, I was thoroughly fed up, and told her so, and suggested that as it was really boring for me not to be able to go anywhere but to the lighthouse, I thought that she could try and get up earlier. She exploded, yelling at me that she was on holiday, and when on holiday a person did nor want to be harassed, and I yelled back that I was also a person, and also on holiday.

We were silent in the car as we took to the road going to Stornaway, where we would visit all the interesting places,