On to the main road, which runs through the island and, apart from the sheep eking out a sparse living on the dead heather, there is little moving until I come to the head of Whalfirth, a long arm of the sea which pushes in from the west until it nearly cuts the island in half.
On to the main road, which runs through the island and, apart from the sheep eking out a sparse living on the dead heather, there is little moving until I pop up of Whalfirth, a long arm of the sea which pushes in from the west until it nearly cuts the island in half.