Portree

Yesterdays travelling had been hard, but this morning we were glad we had pressed on and were now on the Isle of Skye.

The morning views across the Kyle of Lochalsh towards the bridge and across the harbour to Moil castle were pleasing after arriving in the dark yesterday evening. First though we needed to book a ferry ticket across to Harris so we drove down to the ferry terminal at Armadale to ask them to help. Because of the disruption to services due to the overhaul of the ageing fleet, we basically accepted the ferry times and destinations we were offered. So tomorrow early afternoon we sail from Skye to Harris. Our return sailing on April 25th is from North Uist, with another ferry needing to be booked to take us across from Harris to the Uists's. Nothing's easy, is it?

Having visited Skye a few times now, we had no need to see the sights. As we drove towards Portree we could see the Old man of Storr precariously perched on a steep rocky face that overlooks the Sound of Raasay.

We have walked up to it three times in the past. We did not fancy a fourth.

Instead, we settled Marge in one of the overnight campervan parking spaces in the centre of the town and walked out to the Scorrybreac trail, a walk of just under two miles. Nearly everyone we met was walking towards us. Of course, we, unaware why, were walking the trail anti-clockwise.

There are quite a few steps to climb when you round the corner, we were informed by two ladies. A few steps, so what. After an ascent of nearly 550 feet, wheezing and gasping, we sat on a well placed seat to admire the view. Angela had felt she needed a walk out to ease her aches and pains. Tonight, she'll probably find she's added to them. 

We have vans from Holland and France here with us tonight, so we expect it to be quiet. Into the unknown tomorrow, Marge. Let's hope the fine weather forecast holds and we don't end up marooned in the Outer Hebrides.