27.05.2015 - 27.05.2015
Having programmed in the desire to see the Skye Museum of Island Life into our holiday diary, we swapped keys and camera so Rob could photograph the coast line between Greshornish and Lub Score. Our plan was then to return via Portree.
Turning off our local road, with its little lay byes, we went left onto the A850 and drove to Borve turned left on the A87 to Revisit Uig. We made our way up the narrow bobbly A855 to the museum, almost at Duntulm, close to the top of The Isle of Skye. The drive up was very friendly, everyone waving thanks to each other, out of gratitude for pulling over to let each other pass as the road was one car wide. The bobbly bits on the sides allowed for this as everyone knows the road drill so it all worked well, even with buses, motor homes and of course rubbish trucks.
From that top point The Isles of Harris and Lewis could be just made out in the drizzle, off the coast line.
The Museum was a collection of Black Houses complete with thatched roofing, displaying life and times of the 1920s on the Isle Of Skye. A collection of photograps, machinery, household furniture, weaving and blacksmith workshop tool were a few of the exhibits. Gaelic was being spoken by the two museum assistants with an elderly gent and then a younger man. Both must be locals in the area. We of course could not understand a word but it sounded interesting.
The driving highlight today was having to stop while some shepherds moved their sheep from one paddock to another, across a one laned road, quickly filling with cars and campers. The three Sheepdogs would have made Buster proud, they were herding the sheep just the way Buster herds Dad....and there was as much noise. The Shepherds gave mighty whistles and the dogs were fast on their feet and got all the flock safely across the road including the few he hooked out of the gully on the side of the road.....except for one little lamb who outsmarted them all and took off in the other direction. I wound down my window to alert the shepherd that he had an escapee. The man in the car behind us got out and gave as good a whistle to the shepherd as the shepherd was giving to the dogs and passed on the information. The shepherd assured him he'd go back for him later, poor little lamb Whilst crossing in front of our car, they were all going in all directions, including around in circles until the dogs got them under control. They really did look daft and we could not help laughing at them. With the flock moved safely we went on our way again.
The coastal and Loch drive also made us privy to the right hand side of the island to Staffin Bay, which is part of Trottenish Reserve and Kilt rock waterfall. Despite the rain and strong wind there were many sightseers trying to get a glimpse of the enormous rock structure and the waterfall that cascaded into the sea. At this stage the tourist season has not officially opened so in a couple of weeks, photos will be more challenging to take. There are people scattered all over but fortunately its not too crowded in the best spots yet. Many tourists seem to be on motor bikes for ease of access.
Elevenses was served with panoramic views and home made apple crumble yum, at Columbia 1400 just out of Staffin. We saw the sign and decided to stop which proved to be a wise choice. Apparently it supports local cummunity and appears to promote positive support and programmes for youth, calling it The Young People's Leadership Academy.
The Western Ross coastline was visible off the coast as we motored along, stopping intermittently with Rob leaping out for photo opportunities now.
We continued south along the coast where you can see the Island of Rona and Raasay. We tried to photograph the Old Man Of Storr through the mist and clouds....success was ours.
Arriving at Portree we hunted out a parking spot in a busy little town, then boosted the economy a little in gift shops as the rain started to increase. There was a colourful row of guest houses and restaurants overlooking the bay, where a French cruiser had settled (Rob said no doubt the French were up to no good, probably pulling off a raiding expedition). I was concerned about the bright pink front wall of one of the guest houses, clearly owned by Barbie or some other Pink Princess, and those of you who know me, will understand my reaction to that! To add insult to the wound it was called The Pink Guest House!
Yet again our timing was to perfection because it was only after we'd seen everything and climbed back into our car did the promised rain for this afternoon settle in.
Back at the ranch, I suggested to Rob the sheep and lambs should be given umbrellas as they were all getting wet. I got a similar look to the one Ian will be giving if he reads this blog. Well, they were getting wet! He did ask about the birds, so I saw it only reasonable to extend the gesture to all of them in Scotland as well. The trees he said ?????? He is so silly, trees like rain!
Chris, who runs Redwood House where we are staying, said he's moved here from The Midlands and could not imagine moving back to the city with people, cars, traffic lights etc as life is so peaceful up here. We can understand why. He was interested to hear about the next stops of our travels. He says The Orkneys has a lot to offer and we will enjoy that.
Whilst we've had internet available the last couple of stops, the phone range is not operational. It is my friend Jenny's birthday today and though closer that ever for her birthday, I would have had more hope talking to her from Perth. So close but so far!
We pack up the suitcases in the morning light and point the car in Inverness' s direction. Ally has another exam tomorrow and then she will have dinner and spend the nights at Willetton, to catch up with Erik, Meika and Milly.
Night night all from us......until tomorrow....