There was no rush for us to leave as our sailing to Skye wasn't until six o'clock clock. Never the less we were in Mallaig by mid morning.
A queue for the single public shower was already forming. John was at the head of it and appeared to be the only person to have a hot shower. The rest of us a cold one. But a cold shower is better than no shower.
The clouds hung low until lunchtime when they decided to empty on all of us whilst waiting in the queue for fish and chips. But we weren't disillusioned. Back at Muddy Marge we found a seat under cover by the toilets (classy), and enjoyed our haddock and chips with homemade tartare sauce. A coach arrived, opened it's exit door and released fifty elderly ladies who all headed to the loo. Confusion. There was one entrance and one exit. No ladies and gents. John told the ladies the toilets were unisex. Word went down the line, they're unisex you know!
With a couple of hours to spare, and our walk for the day complete we sought out a tea room and spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying coffee cake. This was the life. And to make it more pleasurable the sun made an appearance. Our ferry departure time looming, we stopped to top up on fuel enroute to the terminal. After a few words at the terminal where John was told to remove our outside gas tank, and questioned about our overlanding roof top jerry cans we were aboard.
Arriving at Armadale we drove over some of the worst roads single track roads we have encountered to arrive once more at a beach looking over to the Cuillins.
