Happy bunnies

According to the paper of record, er I mean the Daily Record....
As far as neighbourhoods were concerned, satisfaction levels varied from 85 percent in Glasgow to 99 per cent in the Western Isles.

The Western Isles are definitely the best place to live, but we knew that anyway.

A happy crofter celebrates

And is the case wasn't strong enough, today's Independent makes the case, again ....

Best beach
The best beach depends, of course, on exactly what you seek from the strand of sand. For surfers, Fistral Beach in Newquay is north Cornwall's surfers' paradise, where the breakers roll in unimpeded from the Atlantic to collide with the dramatic coastline (above). Tenby in South Wales scores highly in the sunlounger stakes for family holidays, while Scarborough provides the optimum infrastructure for a Yorkshire seaside holiday with the bonus of a dramatic setting. But for the most inspirational cusp of land and sea, head back to the Western Isles and make the long haul to the beach at Luskentyre on the Isle of Harris.

The Outer Hebrides represent Britain – no, the planet – at its most elemental, the earth stripped of all embellishment to clash with the angry ocean. This conflict is resolved exquisitely at Luskentyre, where sand, sea and sky converge to perfection. My first visit, five years ago, brought tears to my eyes – and it wasn't just the stiff March breeze: "Tenacious grasses bind together a backdrop of dunes," I noted. "Below them, ice-white sand has been sculpted into unworldly shapes by the wind. When a blade of sunlight slices through the cloud, the dazzle of the beach turns the Atlantic to deep blue ink." Ooh er: better get back to Southsea before memory overwhelms me. And getting there (to Harris, not Southsea), via the Caledonian MacBrayne ferry from Skye or Ullapool, provides the ideal overture to the final glory of Britain.