After a lovely breakfast in the gorgeous B&B owned by Chris and Jackie we headed the passat toward Skye. It was only just getting light at 9am as we drove toward Kyle of Locharsh and the Skye bridge. We stopped at the lovely Eilean Donan castle that looked very beautiful in the mist and justified its use as the quintessential Scottish castle on every box of shortbread.
Of course Scott was complaining about my driving so he took over as we headed to the Isle of the mist.
With the heirs to the lands of Dunvegan on board, we of course had to visit their ancestral home. Scott donned the clan tartan wrapped tightly around his neck as we drove across the top of the world. Whilst the Island might be named Skye, the sky does indeed feel very close and climbing on the tiny narrow roads up the side of wet and misty massive mountains made one feel very pleased to have solid german engineering beneath the bonnet. The millions of woolly sheep that are such a feature of the Hebridean island were obviously rugged up somewhere warm as very few hardy souls were out on the windswept hills. We stopped for a very welcome Scottish hot chocolate and cranberry scones and cream, all infused with warming good Scotch. I don’t think scones will ever taste the same again unless I tip a good dram of Whisky in as I whip the cream.
Sleeping under the stars 