Kyle of Durness

Irene, Bob and I travelled up to the Ferry to go to Cape Wrath. When we arrived there were several people already there, and we all watched with trepidation as we saw the ferry coming over the Kyle, and being battered by the waves. The ferryman decided to abandon any more crossings, as the sea was getting too rough and he would not be able to guarantee he could bring us back later. So we headed up to the north coast and along to Tongue and Bettyhill, and had a good day.