This last true day of vacation was gloriously sunny and full of white sand beaches, blue ocean and skies and the firecracker shots of rocks rolling in the surf.
Whitemill Beach is in the northern part of Sanday. The color is astounding. If I didn't know it was a bit cool, I would think this is in the tropics.
Cata Sands and Tressness in the east. We only made it about halfway of the six mile walk.
Stark Lighthouse in the northeast. It is possible to walk to the lighthouse at low tide; we elected to not do this after last evening's tramp to the Holms of Ire. You can see the tidal race between the mainland and the lighthouse. Another beautiful white beach leads to the lighthouse.
After this we went back to Bill MacArthur's studio for a chat and to settle our bill for the seascape paintings and shipping.
Sanday has been a treat. With 530 residents on an island with 98 square miles of land this place has been welcoming and full of surprise. We stayed at a hostel which was once a byre (attached cowshed) to an old farmhouse.
