Today we headed out to The Isle of Skye, unfortunately the weather was crap again
Below is a picture of the Old Man of Storr which we were quite lucky to get due to being largely covered in cloud the majority of the time.
We stopped for a coffee at the Skye Blue Gallery and then headed inland to the west coast of the island. Unbelievable how many camper vans there were on the island, non of them knew how to drive properly and on more than one occasion we had to mediate a game of chicken between two van drivers whos male pride and lack of spatial awareness left everyone else queuing for their turn to try and make the pass.
Surprise!
We headed out of Skye and the heavens opened! It rained and rained. Williams got very grumpy and insisted we pulled up out of the rain. We searched for a room for the night with the closest being on the outskirts of Oban, 1 1/2 hours away. Booked, paid, off we set. We pulled into the car park of the hotel only to be told by Manuelle from Faulty Towers that we never had a room and it was not his fault. Fortunately his Scottish wife was a bit more helpful and she found us an alternative for the night
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