Lost in the Cuillins…

The tide’s out in Dunvegan Loch and some sheep are making their way across the seaweed-strewn shore right in front of Bessie.

We spent the morning relaxing in the sun – Peter reading and me painting what I saw in front of me – more or less anyway…

We think we’ll take a journey south down the A863 today as we don’t think we did this route three years ago when we first came to Skye.

We reached the shores of Loch Beag…

… which leads on to Loch Harport which is beautiful and has many viewpoints:

In the distance you can see the Black Cuillins (the highest peak being 958 metres) and as we get closer we can still see small pockets of snow near the peaks.

A little bit further on the Red Cuillins (highest peak being 775 metres) come into view…

 

At one point we could see both sets of Cuillins – one on our left and one on our right but unfortunately didn’t get a photo of this!

Having reached Loch Sligachan we realised that we had taken a wrong turn and drove back to Loch Harport, with another view of the Black Cuillins…

… where we found the turning to Carbost where we turned off on the rather crumbly road towards Loch Eynort.  The tiny white house you can see in the valley is the quaintly named Wee Tearooms which apparently has excellent cakes.  Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, they were shut so we missed our chance to give a report!

Having reached the end of the road at the loch we retraced our steps back past the Wee Tearooms up the hill we had just gone down!  Bessie puffed her way up with ease.  This was the view from the passenger seat!

We then took a another side turning towards Talisker Bay which ends at the sea (in other words, the Minch)…

We retraced our steps back to Carbost on Loch Harport, where the cemetery is scenically placed overlooking the loch.

Back at the mouth of the loch we stopped at the viewpoint again and turned on the radio to listen to The Archers!  Suddenly a chap with a baseball cap stuck his head through the open window and engaged me in conversation, telling me all about his Gt Gt Grandfather who had been born in the area and emigrated to America in 1811.  He proudly told us he was from Los Angeles and introduced his wife!  Needless to say, I was too polite to tell him he was interrupting The Archers and we had a nice chat.  Oh well, we can catch up tomorrow…

Back at the campsite the sunset was stunning…