Fun with geography

As I was sitting here racking my brains to find something to blog about, here arrives an email from my Schatzi Emerson that made me realize how much of Scottish island life there is still to exploit in my attempts to entertain all of you.

Let's start with geography. A little known (to the rest of the world, except people to whom I've sent postcards from here) part of the isle of Lewis is the so-called butt of it. Yes, the Butt of Lewis. (I'll know the Calvinists have succeeded in brainwashing me once I stop smiling at the name, but so far I continue to smirk every time I hear it).

Here's how to find it (in case you want to have fun with GPS or find yourself sailing across the Atlantic with nothing better to do):

TGN Full Record Display, English (Getty Research): "Lewis, Butt of (cape)

Coordinates:

Lat: 58 31 00 N  degrees minutes
  Lat: 58.5167  decimal degrees

Long: 006 16 00 W  degrees minutes
  Long: -6.2667  decimal degrees

The Butt of Lewis is located at the north-west corner of the island -if the earth were indeed flat, this would be the last stop before the edge. There's a light-house and an old Viking/Celtic chapel and, most notably, a high cliff, in front of which there are several rather high tower-like rock formations, to complete the phallic imagery.

I haven't been back to the Butt for some time (some would say this is a good thing), but when I do, I'll be sure to post a picture.

So, thanks to Emmer for the inspiration, and stay tuned for my response to his second request for information regarding that wonderful substance called peat.

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Happy Birthday, H!