Spelunkers we are not

The Piper's Cave has a fun legend to go with it. A Piper (and his dog) entered, playing the pipes while people followed the sound above ground, until it suddenly stopped around the Fairy Bridge at the start of the Waternish peninsula. His dog emerged, singed of all of its hair, at the Cave of Gold somewhat further north and east. The Piper? Never seen again...

We plunged about 20 yards into the cave, on a peninsula from Harlosh, with the ceiling encroaching, and pure darkness ensuing after a slight turn. There are only actually about another 10-20 yards, but that was quite enough for us thank you very much.

All this with glorious sunshine outside for the first time, as we once again failed to see any otters on a wonderful coastline, having spent the morning visiting some favourite galleries and making some purchases (mostly presents), having also popped by the Oyster Shed for some of his eponymous shelffish, as well as a remarkably reasonably priced lobster and some crab, then indulged in lunch at the Red Roof Cafe.

Cracking.

p.s. Again the site isn't letting me add an extra image (a lovely seascape) through Safari on an iPad, after letting me do just that a couple of days ago, but not yesterday. Sigh.