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Begin by imagining that you are in another dimension where landscape sea and sky merge and sometimes the sunlight off the water is blinding and other times it is the wind and cold and rain and sometimes all in one day; where history and stories and legends and myths are so interwoven that they invented whisky to make it clear. The simple act of turning a stone leads to more stories. And if you can, find a wee pub with a couple of ol’ timers leaning on it and stand near and listen.

Turned left prematurely - onto the Waternish Peninsula; wondered why the road was quiet. The narrow single lane road with occasional passing bays meanders along Loch Bay through small settlements and gentrified crofts. Another random left turn and we are in Stein - fishing boats and fish traps and netting and a scruffy fishing and diving charter shop and a row cute old buildings along the only street above the rocky shore. White walls and black roof and lack doors and black window frames. And a Michelin restaurant, Loch Bay!
Back on track - The Trotter ish Peninsula this time - and stopped in at the Crofters Museum, Kilvaxter, a rebuilt crofters village with a couple of hairy cows too. Interesting and beautifully recreated showing how tough life was - no more than existing and the bare necessities.
Then the ruins of Duntulm Castle on a promontory looking out to the Outer Hebridean islands, Harris and Lewis.
A challenging drive up a congested single lane two-way track took us up to The Quiraing - but the pictures tell all.
By the next day, the weather had turned and we walked up to The Old Man of Storr, clouds pressing down on us. Once again, pictures are better.Read more