We ferried to Skye in the late afternoon and found our digs at Drumfearn, which is in the middle of nowhere. Well, maybe not nowhere...the island is small and you could walk to a main road in about oh….half an hour, but it just feels isolated. Posh dinner at Birlinn restaurant in Eilean Iarmain (aka the tiny village of Isleornsay). Nice place, overlooks a cute little harbour, the small tidal island of Ornsay and Loch Hourn. Big Sis had langoustines (that’s prawns to us less posh people). They looked like an alien invasion on a plate.
Left Drumfearn after eating half of Skye's breakfast provisions in one sitting, and trundled off towards Portree. Stopped every 10 minutes to look at stuff and eventually found ourselves in the north of the island at Uig. Had a spot of lunch at The Pier Restaurant at Uig Bay watching the CalMac ferries come and go before heading off to the Fairy Glen with its tiny hills and strange topography. No fairies, just a few goats.
Headed further north and found the ruins of Castle Duntulm, previous residence of Clan MacDonald (the Lords of the Isles). It’s little more than a pile of bricks which I suppose isn't surprising given it was abandoned in the 1700s and scavenged to build a new gaff. There’s a big sign that says you can’t come in but I’m good at ignoring such things so I clambered over the fence and had a nice view out to the Outer Hebrides.
A group of Japanese tourists turned up, bypassed the castle ruins and headed for a field where they proceeded to photograph themselves playing amongst the sheep. I don’t think they even noticed the castle ruins. Weird people.