London is a cracking place; it’s got amazing shops, world-class galleries and theatres, a plethora of delicious restaurants, and it bustles with every nationality under the sun. It really does have everything you need, but sometimes what you need is…less.
With this in mind, my partner and I boarded a tiny propeller plane to Stornoway (via Glasgow) for a weekend of tranquillity on the far-flung Scottish islands of Harris and Lewis. These Western Isles wouldn’t feel out of place in Game of Thrones – and boast some suitably-fierce vistas like the rugged mountains of Harris and the Butt of Lewis, a lighthouse mentioned in the Guinness Book of Records for being the windiest place in the UK. But there are also pristine beaches with sand so white and water so pale blue you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d landed in the Caribbean. There are ancient standing stones, charming galleries and wild fields, purple with heather and dotted with creamy white sheep – an essential part of Island life thanks to their wool, which is used to make the famous Harris Tweed.
We spent happy hours pottering along the tiny tracks, pulling over to let sheep pass and strolling along the vast empty beaches – the perfect tonic for two city slickers in search of some peace and quiet. And that’s something you rarely get in London…
You can read the full story in the next issue of Flight Time – Flybe’s inflight magazine produced by Stream Publishing. Out 1st October.