COUNTDOWN
On the bright side, Brager was pumping with solid six foot surf as we cruised down into the bay, this by far the biggest we had seen it in our few days on the Island. With the aide of Timo’s iPad we could see that, about 80 miles south, the Isle of Uist had twenty five knots while we had less than ten. Surely the wind was coming our way? The question was, would it arrive before we had to catch our ferry? So the waiting game started. Well it didn’t last that long. Timo was never going to let those waves go to waste so headed out for a surf session, determined to make the most of his last day on Lewis. By 12pm I was starting to think it was game over. Our ferry was at 2.30pm, which was half an hour away and we had to be there 45 minutes before to check-in. Time was not on our side. Maybe those darn rocks did have a curse on us?