Greeted by a doll

The first time we came to Coigach we noticed an old boat sitting by the sign to Polbain with a rather dilapidated one-eyed doll propped up on a seat and waving to those entering the village. When we moved there two years later, there she was - still waving - but looking a little more respectable. Jim Muir, our friend and storyteller, said that he'd found her in the sea and sat her in his boat. And somehow she stayed there - waving bravely through the gales and rain - summer sun and winter snows. Another man in the village took on the job of changing her outfits with the change in seasons.

I wonder if she's waving still.

And why is it that I missed taking pictures of so many things and people that were part of our lives there?