Our possibly coolest campsite yet turned out not to be. A gale came up in the night, and buffeted the poor Grey Wanderer violently. We managed to sleep a bit, but with dreams of cliffs eroding beneath us or cliffs eroding and tumbling down from above us. Interestingly, the sea was not all that agitated. During breakfast I enjoyed watching the gulls dive for theirs. We're parked near quite a large colony. We drove on down the east side of Skye, stopping at Kit Rock (big cliffs), a look at the Old Man of Storr (from a distance, in the rain), and finally stopped in Broadwater, for lunch, refueling, and a visit to the Broadwater Hotel, where Bonnie Prince Charlie gave the Drambuie recipe to the Mackinnons. The hotel actually celebrates all this, with much Drambuie stuff in the lobby and bar. The barkeep gave me a little tour and showed me the relics, as well as a nice glossy pamphlet the hotel hands out to the interested few. I had a wee dram later in the evening, after driving.
We left Skye, pleased with our visit there and especially to Lewis/Harris. At the Portree high school library, where we did internet coming and going, Vicki learned that the weather forecast for western Scotland was dismal: rain for an entire week, starting Monday. I had wanted to climb Ben Nevis again, so we decided to drive directly to Fort William, camp there, and let me try the mountain on Sunday.
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Broadford Hotel, Broadford, Isle of Skye |
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Old bottle |
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