Not much today. Fank for dipping in morning. Didn't go, felt I would be in way. Evening Bernera. Fixed fence, chased sheep out of lot, watched Iain Tom and dog chase sheep, and helped him get them off the hillside, then got lambs out of buck(?) by A. Waited for Iain Tom and got pipes out in Breaclete. An Sgoilear came over, he's a good piper. He played them. We talked ½ hour. He's very [very] good. Then Effie for kipper.

[That was a rather magical evening. It was dusky, and An and Gibb had had a dram or two, and I had wondered about An driving. He pulled over to the side of the road, and they were were "Oh, get the pipes out and play! Come on!" So I bowed to pressure and stood in road and played a while. Not another car went by. The pipes were going well. An Sgoilear must have heard them, as he walked up. I didn't even notice him until he was there. An and Gibb were whispering "That's An Sgoilear!" almost in awe. I never got his English name. He played my pipes for a while. I just walked around him and listened. My pipes had never sounded better, and never since.]