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28, 29,30 May 2019
We
drove General Wade's Military Road all the way from Inverness to Glenelg and
straight on to the ferry. No chance to
photograph it and no room to open my door once we were aboard. As well as two
blokes operating it this ferry had a pair of really friendly Border
Collies. Sadly I couldn't get a photo of
them.
Dr Fester enjoyed
the cruise and was so happy to see seals.
"Take a photo of them"
They're too far away.
"That's ok, you can crop it."
Anyway, there were seals who seemed pleased to see us.
Ferretfingers
enjoyed the cruise too
When
you get to the other side there’s nowhere to stop for a photo so it’s right up
the hill in first or second gear.
Our
picturesque lunch spot was in Broadford car park.
Then
we drove back over the Skye bridge and down to the even more picturesque EileanDonan.
Twenty
years ago (or more) when we first took the boys to Skye Ferretfingers
was carsick and we stopped in the carpark here to clean him up. Which we mention every time we spot it on the
tv or elsewhere. There was hardly
anything there then.
Now there's a posh
visitors' centre, car-park-men to guide you, coach parking and hundreds of
tourists of all nations.
We just had some very nice ice-cream, took some
photos and headed for our guest house.
Our
bedroom at Caberfeidh guest house has one of the best views we've ever enjoyed.
I spent a lot of
time just staring out of the window watching the changing light changing the
character of the loch.
No photos could do it justice.
The
rooms were really comfortable and the breakfast was excellent too.
The
Dornie Hotel (just over the water) did us an excellent dinner. Fester and I shared a seafood platter and
introduced Thunderthighs to langoustine (not impressed).
Ferretfingers
makes himself at home wherever he is; the view was wasted on him.
He insisted on closing
the curtains at bedtime.
I still woke up
at 4am.
I went to the window to look at
the loch, opened it to better listen to the dawn chorus, and heard the cuckoo.
The
west of Scotland in May is definitely the place to hear the cuckoo; we heard
and saw three last year on the Mull of Kintyre.
We
had an uneventful drive to the Ardrossan Hotel in Ayr, dinner with Fester’s friend
the Beetle Professor and his Wife, and a wet drive home via the Military Road
(the Hadrian’s Wall one).