Sunday 31st May
Glasgow to the Isle of Skye
We met our tour bus outside the city council offices.
Glasgow has many architecturally fascinating buildings.
To our great relief it was a very mixed group of 28 people
on board the bus, aged from mid 20’s to some
a bit older than us. We were worried it would be all old codgers, or
OAPs as they say here.
We drove a small village, Luss, on the banks of Loch Lomond,
and of course the song was played. Our guide told the back story of the song, again,
it’s all about English oppression, tragic and sad.
We stopped at several scenic spots for photos and other less
scenic spots for refreshments and toilet breaks.
Just as in Ireland, it rained every hour for about ten
minutes with at least one episode of hail while we are outside.
There is water everywhere! Rivers, streams, lochs, dams,
weirs, waterfalls, snow, melting snow, rain, sea and peat bogs, and the
constant rainbows from 6pm onwards.
The mountains are rugged, rocky (the oldest rocks in Europe)
and spectacularly steep and snow covered, or patched with snow.
We left Glasgow at 10:15 and arrived in Portree, largest
town on Skye, at about 6:30. The bus driver took each person to their various
accommodations, which took about an hour we being the second last, enabling us a great tour of the town.
Our B n B is very nice. We have a large window overlooking Portree Harbour
and
just a ten minute stroll into town. It is now 10:47 pm and still fairly light
outside. We are as far north as we have ever been. All accommodation in Portree
is booked out. Every house seems to be a B n B and all the restaurants were very busy. Eventually
we found a place with a great view and an average meal. Strolled home, marveling at the prettiness of Portree, and unable to charge the phone, camera, computer or even have a cup of tea as there is no power, lights but no power. Landlady not helpful.
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