The steps back up from the seals were a little dilapidated.
And once past the lighthouse there were a few more steps to climb. I had decided that for my knee it was a case of do or die as I wasn't going to miss out on any of the scenery if I could help it. Luckily my knee didn't seem to get any worse and all the climbing and walking helped counteract the nice meals I was eating.
The northern end of the island resembles a moonscape with the delicate vegetation only just clinging to the underlying rock suffering from both visitors and the harsh weather conditions.
At every turn there was another inlet, this is the west coast which being subjected to the full force of the Atlantic winds only supports low growing vegetation ie grass neatly grazed by the sheep, rabbits and goats.
The surface of this granite outcrop was covered with furry looking grey lichen.
After a full day's walking we enjoyed a chilli (cooked by Peter while I went up the lighthouse again) and then it was down to the tavern for more games of scrabble. There was a large crowd of 'posh' couples in the tavern who were rather drunk and extremely loud with no regard for other people around. So loud in fact that we couldn't hear what we were saying to each other and had to move our game to the other end of the large central table. They got the message at this point and took their children out to look at the sunset. Being wealthy doesn't guarantee good manners!