A small community, farming, distilling whisky, and tourism. Spectacular scenery (though I remember an unemployed teenager on television saying 'You can't eat the view'.) Weather really matters. A community garden struggling for volunteers. Wonderful live music, in Gaelic, in the local hotel, which you had the feeling would happen anyway, with or without tourists. Fine quality crafts, no Primark bargains here. Nature reserves, also dependent on volunteers, small museums and a fair bit of nostalgia for times gone by. More traditional farming methods provide for wildlife in abundance, but it's a hard living for many on the more remote islands. Sheer slog for some. The old ways are hard and you need to be fit and strong, self sufficient and resilient.
We only saw two bits of graffiti, suprising with all those white walls, and they both read - rather optimistically I thought -'OK'.
I wonder if OK has some special significance here.....