This trip will always be known as Selpie O’Castle, Selpie O’Castle with fountain and Selpie O’Hairy cow. Carol even brought a pink brolly with matching shoe laces for the occasion. Whilst we were headed for the bathtub of the wee beastie, my imagination was wild again as we left the shortbread tin Eilean Donan over the Drochaid an Eilein Sgitheanaich across the Loch Alsh. Skye really is the most dramatic and wild place. With the wee beastie floating around on her back in Loch Ness, I was convinced that I could see thumping Sauropods plodding across the wilds of Skye. Now I have had totally crappy asthma so perhaps it was a bit of oxygen deprivation but I was totally convinced that any moment the lagoon loving wee beastie would peer down at me through the window. As we drove across the remote, fog covered roads you could occasionally see the giants finger tips poking through the clouds. As the rain pelted down and the wind rocked the car, I was once again convinced that giants or beasties would rock our solid German engineering. Just as I closed my eyes for the giant to toss us, the sun poured down through the giant’s finger tips. Our wee stop for a 40 pound round of restorative G&T was completely over the top but we had survived stomping Sauropods and giant beasties so decided it was a small price for Carol to pay for the ambience of the over priced Portree bar.
Sleeping under the stars 