After Kylesku, we passed another couple of hotels that seemed to cater mainly to fly fishermen. We saw several people dressed up in tweed caps and all the traditional garb with fishing rods and nets over their shoulders. We passed several sites where the locals cut peat and stack the blocks to dry for winter fuel. More of the wooly critters in a field by the ocean Small showers came and went but the wind got steadily stronger. Our progress was halted again and again by the desire to soak up more of the raw beauty around. When we finally reached the north coast, we found the scenery subtly different. Not quite as rugged but equally beautiful.