Something called me to the Isle of Skye…I’ve never been there before, I had no prior knowledge of the place…but spending a couple of days on an island covered with mountains really appealed to me. So, after a quick visit to Inverness, we jumped on another train that wound across the highlands for 80 miles to the west coast of the Highlands. We passed through tiny towns with magical names; Muir of Ord, Lochluichart, Strathcarron and Duncraig. All the signs in the Highlands have the Gaelic translation on them as well, which looks a lot like Elvish (nerd alert!) I managed to grab some shots from the train; pastoral, mountain and sea.
After 3 hours of scenery, during which the kindle lay unused on the table, we arrived in Kyle of Lochalsh, which is the last stop on the mainland. We had gotten used to an extensive schedule of busses, so when we finally found the bus stop in Kyle, we were disappointed to find that there was only one line, which appeared to run only on the equinox and every 7th Tuesday. A business minded cabbie had pinned his card next to the bus schedule, so after a couple of phone calls, we were picked up and chauffeured to our next Airbnb lodging. Strathallan Bed and Breakfast is located in Lower Breakish, right by the sea. Coincidentally, Angela and her husband are huge Metallica fans, Angela knits and crochets and they have a cuddly lab named Bobby, or as John and I call him, Sir Robert of Skye or MacLincoln. Needless to say, we felt quite at home. After dumping the backpacks and having a nice cuppa tea with homemade shortbread (you just can’t beat this place) we set off for the nearest town. Broadford is about 3 miles away from the BnB, along a coastal path.
We had dinner at a restaurant called Creelers, which is a small, 10 table place, run by a husband and wife who are back in the kitchen cooking everything to order. I’ve never been served by the owner and head chef of a restaurant before, so it was quite special. Lamb Stew and Squat Lobster dishes devoured, we headed back down the path, amazed at how quickly the tide had turned and the difference it made to the landscape.