Back home from almost a week away – and it has been a sunny, cold, windy, beautiful day. I even managed to hang out a washing to dry. There is something special about clothes dried outside – they smell and feel better than tumbled or those dried indoors.
It set me off remembering the clothes whirlie I had in the Western Isles. If you look closely at the photograph you will see the device folded up on itself for winter. This wild view shows how great a position it was for drying, at least as long as clothes were pegged on securely. We even used to buy special pegs.
It also gives an idea of the siting of the house – on a hill overlooking The Minch.
