26.08.2010 19 °C
It nearly always rains in Skye. The forecast was for rain and it was indeed raining. So the little band of stoics, fortified by a sausage and beans breakfast set forth on a sightseeing trip of the island. We stopped at a little museum of olde worlde rural life, showing how the people of the island used to farm, fish, weave, smith and live. My impression is that Skye today is not so far removed from this past. We also saw the grave of Flora McDonald, upon whose tombstone Sam placed a clover and a buttercup to remind her of her margarine years. Although as competitive products I imagine her turning in her grave.
Then, surprisingly the sun came out. The scenery was lifted and did become quite magical.
The next morning we set off for the start of our trip back south heading for Fort William. It was again a beautiful morning. Strangely, after driving for 5 minutes it started to rain and carried on for most of the journey. A stunning trip nonetheless. arriving at the campsite we scanned the mountains to see which one was Ben Nevis. I confess we had a quick peek at Wikipedia and when we looked up, there was one mountain exactly like the picture. Exactly. Guess that's it then kids. Instead of climbing it we took a taxi into town and had a lovely meal.