Thursday: Skye
I took the day off on my own, and went for a drive to Glenelg and across to Skye.
Inside a 2000 year old broch in Gleann Beag.
The minuscule car ferry arrives at Glenelg. Skye is almost hidden in low cloud.
View of the Cuillins from the Sligachan Hotel.
The path to the Quiraing.
Me trying to stay upright in the Quiraing, in the teeth of a ferocious gale (photo courtesy of a passing tourist).
The bridge from Kyleakin to Kyle of Lochalsh.
Dinner in the cottage: Bob, Pat, Eric, Nick ...
... Ann, Jonathan, [empty place where I was sitting], Allan.
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