Loch Harport

Spent the last full day up here in the north west of Scotland and we headed over for a good tour around the Isle of Skye.

It's a fantastic place just to drive around and watch the landscape change and we wound our way all the way up to Dunvegan Castle, ancestral home to Clan MacLeod for the past 800 years or so. They had the builders in. After driving 60 miles or so, to be greeted by concrete mixers and boarded up windows dotted around a cooncil hoose harled exterior was a bit worrying, especially as the cleverly positioned ticket office is not within eyesight of the place and by the time you walk down the drive to be greeted by that sight (site?) your money's already gone.

Still, there was a nice feeling of history in the place and the gardens, despite being early in the season, were good for a wee daunder.

Can't believe though that the castle won out over a trip to the Talisker whisky distillery (somewhere down in the distance on the shores of Loch Harport there). Next time though.

After some soup in a verging on Fawlty Towers hotel (one of the two female owners sat serving herself double Grouse's as the solitary barman served lunches and drinks, whilst she discussed seeing Alvin Stardust in concert with the customers - scarily like Bette Davis in Whatever Happened to Baby Jane and couldn't help thinking that Joan Crawford was locked away somewhere in a fusty room upstairs) we headed back down across Skye and stopped off here to take a picture of the Black Cuillins.

Somewhere under those clouds, I think (someone with more climbing experience can correct me), is the Inaccessible Peak (in Pin), one of Scotland's most celebrated Munro climbs. Impressive stuff, even from way down at road level.

Last night of a great break, some packing, some wine, some Young Frankenstein on the projector and then off to bed to get ready for our drive home tomorrow.

It's been fun and we're already planning the next one.