Broadford

What a beautiful start to the day. The harbour waters still, reflecting the houses and hills that surrounded it. After exchanging ideas and information with some fellow van owners, we took the road out of Portree towards the Skye bridge.

On route we stopped at Sligachan to photograph the stone bridges, then we waved goodbye to the Black Cuillin mountains who in return bade us farewell and a safe onward journey. Skye had embraced us in its arms and didn't want us to leave, but leave we must.

We stopped for lunch on the old slipway at Kyleakin, where we first stopped when we arrived in Skye on Monday.

John gathered some mussels from the nearby rocks which he cooked for his lunch. We talked about our visit to Skye, and how much we'd enjoyed the slower pace of life. Our only regret, was that we did not see the Old Man of Storr on a clear day, but at least we'd made the walk up to it.

Time to go, we could hear Marge saying, and we agreed. Yes, Marge let's turnaround and return to climb The Old Man of Storr once again on this glorious, warm sunny day, who knows when we'll pass this way again. This was our 'Thelma and Louise' moment, we just wanted our time on Skye to go on and on!

And before we knew it, we'd driven back through Portree and were preparing to walk up to the Trotternish Ridge and the rock that had hidden behind the lowering cloud during our visit to it on Monday.

A little different from our last climb

Today couldn't have been more of a contrast. The walk just as challenging, but the views stunning, as was the old man. Thank goodness we were both on the same page about revisiting the rock, otherwise we would have had a lifetime of regret.

So tonight, Marge is still on the Isle of Skye, and we're very glad, because we both felt a little sad to be leaving. We are sited on the edge of Broadford Bay, in the shadow of the smaller Red Cuillin Mountains. Whilst Angela cooked the evening meal, John watched some local fisherman, except they weren't local, they were from Torquay! Yet more people to exchange information about our journey ahead. In front of Marge a flight of swallows performed some aerobatics before disappearing in to the evening light.

Tomorrow, we defiantly will be leaving Skye, as we have much more of Scotland yet to discover.