Kyleakin

In the last few days, we saw our first swallow, but as we know, one swallow doesn't make a summer. Today we saw our first midge, or smidge if we'd caught it. We'd decided to change our plans, loose as they were. We're now not visiting Mull or Ardnamurchan as time is slipping by and we really want to visit some of the outer Hebridean islands, mindful that by the beginning of May we need to be somewhere near to Aberfeldy. So much to see Marge, so little time. 

So today we must make haste. Leaving behind our fantastic overnight location we bade farewell to the seals who'd returned to bask on the rocks. A stop at Oban to top up on food ready for our island adventures, lunching and trying to book ferry tickets. After nearly an hour and a half, we gave up. The CalMac online booking system was having none of it. The onward drive to Fort William, gateway to the highlands took us through stunning landscapes with beautiful scenery.

Deciding to press on further we stopped, as we always do when we pass this way at the Commando Memorial just near to Spean Bridge. The view today even more stunning with snow on the mountains that surround it. Today was turning out to be a very long day of travelling and the vista lifted our spirits.

Not happy with our choice of overnight stop, and with daylight fading we journeyed on to the Isle of Skye. Disruption to the ferry timetables meant we couldn't sail from Mallaig to Skye, so we'd had to drive. At 8.45 pm we were on Skye, fish and chips bought, but still with no overnight stop, as the one we'd headed to at Broadford was now a no, no. So, we backtracked eight miles to the old slipway at Kyleakin just near the road bridge where we joined another van.

Time now 9.45 pm. We'd left Kintyre at 10.10 this morning. Wine Marge? What a day. But what a drive. We'd seen some fantastic sights, but now were exhausted. Tomorrow Marge a chill day.