Two months have gone by since the wedding, and I’m still not done with the name change thing, there are so many entities to notify: the driving license people; the passport people; the doctor’s surgery; the dentist; who else? all the various online sites (do I want a new URL for this one?); the tax office… I am now Eryl Gasper Dick on the electoral roll, so that’s something, but with only one marriage certificate it will take some time to deal with the non walking distance organisations who require such proof. Especially as we’re off next Tuesday to London for three and a half weeks.*
Last of the Honeymoon Snaps
Our trip to Lewis is now a distant memory, yet I still haven’t dealt with all the photographs I took. I may actually never do that now**, but to clear the decks a little, here are a few I’ve played with in the in-between moments of the last week or so.
The Butt of Lewis
Harris
Although Harris is divided from Lewis by mountains rather than water it is talked of as a separate island. We went on Sunday June 10, and this is all I wrote in my notebook:
Foray to Harris – saw two young sea-eagles not long after we left the house – several ravens when we stopped to look at Loch Seaforth, and now we are in Hotel Hebrides (good coffee and a contingent of Italian tourists whose inherent elegance is showing signs of unravelling) at Tarbert where, when we got out of the car, we heard a cuckoo then saw it being chased by a starling.
Valtos and Uig
From my notebook:
June 12 – Yesterday we went west to Valtos and Uig. At Valtos we called in on an old colleague of D’s who seemed to be in the middle of a nervous breakdown.
The beach at Valtos pier was gorgeous – lots of small rock ‘islands’ dotting the shore; turquoise water; pale honey sands.
Saw a golden eagle feasting in a field twenty metres from the road.
Lastly,
here are some random rocks I rather liked:
*We’re house-sitting for friends who are off to Hawaii for their son’s wedding, and I’m hoping to do a lot of work while we’re away from the distractions of home: I have heaps of poems to revise, for example.
**I still have the Kent-Essex-Wales-Gloucestershire trip shots to do!
Eryl Gasper-Dick, still curious 
Just responded to a comment you left. I noticed the name change. You know, when I got married I took my wife’s name. You’re right! It WAS a pain in the ass. Mostly, nobody believed me. Did you enjoy signing your new name? It’s fun. Are you going to post from London? I sure hope so. WITH pics, if possible. My favorite town.
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It’s weird to have a new signature at my age, but I’ve been practising for when I eventually get round to going to the bank to notify them. The list of seems to be endless.
I’m hoping to post one observation every day: a few lines and a photo or two. An easy exercise in discipline that even I should be able to manage. Which reminds me, I must remember to pack my camera lead.
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