In our weekly look at travel through three Instagram images, Robert Michael Poole attends the centuries-old, Unesco-listed Naadam games in the Gobi desert
As well as pristine beaches and the most sunshine hours in the UK, the inner Hebridean island has an abundance of wildlife – but is mercifully free of midges
The last time I sat on the saddle of a pushbike I was still in short trousers. Forty years later, I was pedalling gleefully down an undulating single-track road on a clear blue mid-July morning. Either side, the road was framed by hedgerows and, beyond them untamed croft land was gold and purple thanks to an abundance of buttercups and heather. Up ahead lay an expanse of ocean, aquamarine and twinkling. The air was rich with birdsong and the scent of grasses and sea. There wasn’t a car in sight. It was like riding into the pages of an Enid Blyton story. Until, that is, a great black-backed gull swooped from on high, plucked an enormous brown rat from a roadside ditch, soared once more to the heavens, and flung its poor victim back to Earth, and its doom.