Wednesday was the day that we went to Skye. When we got to Kyle of Localsh, where the bridge to Skye is located, we stopped for lunch, and I had my first encounter with haggis (plus black pudding). The shop actually gave us a small sample to taste, while we were trying to make up our minds, but I was the only one with the moxie to actually order it.
Skye was breathtaking, but that was only partially due to the scenery. The rest of it was due to one-lane roads on steep hillsides (munros), with oncoming traffic, while driving on the left-hand side of the road. At one point, we had to dodge a very aggressive bus, which was NOT going to yield right of way. We drove out to a beautiful point of land by a farmhouse, and stopped the car, to let our heads stop spinning, while we took in the scenery of the “Five Sisters” and Cuillin Hills. Spectacular scenery notwithstanding, we were relieved to eventually be back on two-way roads.
On the way back, we stopped to get pictures of Eilan Donan, a very romantic-looking castle with an ancient bridge; and also a lighthouse close to Skye. Not to mention a whiskey-tasting, which was “verra” educational.
That evening, it was the Long/Markgraf contingent’s turn to cook. In addition, Margaret’s cousin Dean and her friend Bill had arrived, so we found ourselves cooking chicken divan by memory, with somewhat weird ingredients, for perfect strangers. No pressure!
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I loved Skye too. We went before the bridge was put in and it was so quiet. We spent Sunday at a little Scottish Reformed church (such a sweet place) and then found a B&B to stay the night.
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