Summer Isles

After a poor night's sleep where we thought that the occupants of the room above were part of Team GB, given the heavy footedness and jumping around, it was off to Achiltibuie, then Polbain for a retro cup of tea and then onwards to Lochinver.

The clouds do all sorts of strange things around the Summer Isles; thankfully they chose to rain once we were back in the car.

Big sky