On wind and wings, bovines and beaches. A look back on Barra and time spent in the Outer Hebrides

The opening, ideally fit for a child, dwarf or hobbit to squeeze through, revealed a confusing-to-me instrument panel below a narrow windshield. I knew there was a pilot even though I saw only an arm dressed in a short-sleeved, crisp white shirt. She pushed forward on the throttle. The engine came alive filling the snug …

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