I hammer down the west side of Lewis, rattling into Shawbost over the cattle grid. I've been coming here for as long as I can remember. Past peaty Loch na Muilne, the tweed mill, the tiny post office. Read this story
I hammer down the west side of Lewis, rattling into Shawbost over the cattle grid. I've been coming here for as long as I can remember. Past peaty Loch na Muilne, the tweed mill, the tiny post office. Read this story
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