Thanks neighbours! At five o'clock clock this morning the family in the motorhome next to us started packing up, loudly. Very loudly. Some people are so inconsiderate. So feeling in need of some comfort we made delicious fried egg sandwiches for breakfast. Just the job. Overhead American fighters circled. The roar of their engines deafening. But we didn't mind. These manoeuvres and practice runs necessary in these troubled times.
All sorted, and last to leave the little park up, we headed back to Portree, stopping to photograph Angela's favourite sight on the island. The Old Man of Storr. Today the cloud retreated enough so the rocky eastern face could be clearly seen. Stunning.
Who in their right mind visits Portree during school holidays? Apparently we do. The place was rammed. John told motorhomes in the mini bus parking bays they should move or be ticketed, much to the amusement of some drivers. We then found the shortest queue to buy fish and chips, and sat down by the water to eat them. On the way back we saw a row of 6 motorhomes with yellow tickets on their windscreens. And then the rain began. Yet again. Come on summer, time to show yourself.
Tomorrow we are booked on an early ferry to North Uist. Public showers there are virtually non existence. So we stopped off at the swimming pool to use their facilities once again. Unfortunately the pool was busy and we'd have to wait until five which was too late. However, we were directed to the Skye Gym on the edge of town. Four pounds each and a huge wet room to ourselves. Jackpot! Probably won't bother with the swimming Poole facilities again.
