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We had tickets for a tour at Talisker Distillery for 11:00, so we had to get out of the house before 10. We made a quick stop along the way to get some photos, and made it there with a few minutes to spare.
The distillery is right on Loch Harport.
After our whisky, we went next door to a restaurant that is owned by the distillery. It's a seafood place, and we decided to try the seafood platter. Neither of us are huge seafood fans, but we thought we should give it a shot.
From bottom to top, mussels, a scallop, langoustines, smoked salmon, another raw fish. Larry had a bowl of cullen skink, a traditional Scottish fish soup. Everything was very good except there wasn't much meat on the bugs. They were hardly worth the effort.
Then we went back up-island. We needed to stop by the apartment, and then we went across the peninsula, instead of around the perimeter like we did the day before. We stopped at one point, and Larry went out on the moor.
And then we arrived at The Quiraing.
I told Larry there was a place I wanted to see, that I missed the last time, so i was going to head out. And that he should head out as well. I thought he could get pretty far, but it wasn't too long before I realized the difficult parts of the trail were closer than I thought. And my destination was farther than I thought. So I wasn't able to get there before I decided it was time to head back.
Larry was, in fact, stopped at that obstacle. There was a stream coming down, which had cut a gap in the rock, so there was a bit of scrambling down one side and back up the other. There was a couple (not very old) and the woman was having trouble figuring out how to get across. I though that was odd - it's not hard to find where to step, you just have to move carefully. But I just kinda ran across (I chose to build up momentum). The guy said, "that's how you do it!"
That's him waiting, in the upper right.
He told me I shouldn't have worried about him, and I could have taken my time, but it could have been another hour. Maybe I would have done it if I'd left him the car keys, or if there were a lot of places for him to sit in the park.
The sun started to come out when were were nearing the car...
He was happy to be there!
The view from the top. Rona Island, with the mainland in the distance. The air was very hazy when we were there. This photo took a lot of adjustment.
We ate at the same restaurant as the night before, just down the hill from our B&B. I took this from my seat:
Afterward, I walked back down the hill.
This is our B&B on the left, and the owner's home behind. My car, the Renault, is the red one. Over the wall on the right is the neighbor's yard, which usually had sheep grazing.
The husband of the proprietor is a piper, and went out to practice as I was leaving.
Uig Bay from yet a different direction.
The distillery is right on Loch Harport.
After our whisky, we went next door to a restaurant that is owned by the distillery. It's a seafood place, and we decided to try the seafood platter. Neither of us are huge seafood fans, but we thought we should give it a shot.
From bottom to top, mussels, a scallop, langoustines, smoked salmon, another raw fish. Larry had a bowl of cullen skink, a traditional Scottish fish soup. Everything was very good except there wasn't much meat on the bugs. They were hardly worth the effort.
Then we went back up-island. We needed to stop by the apartment, and then we went across the peninsula, instead of around the perimeter like we did the day before. We stopped at one point, and Larry went out on the moor.
And then we arrived at The Quiraing.
I told Larry there was a place I wanted to see, that I missed the last time, so i was going to head out. And that he should head out as well. I thought he could get pretty far, but it wasn't too long before I realized the difficult parts of the trail were closer than I thought. And my destination was farther than I thought. So I wasn't able to get there before I decided it was time to head back.
Larry was, in fact, stopped at that obstacle. There was a stream coming down, which had cut a gap in the rock, so there was a bit of scrambling down one side and back up the other. There was a couple (not very old) and the woman was having trouble figuring out how to get across. I though that was odd - it's not hard to find where to step, you just have to move carefully. But I just kinda ran across (I chose to build up momentum). The guy said, "that's how you do it!"
That's him waiting, in the upper right.
He told me I shouldn't have worried about him, and I could have taken my time, but it could have been another hour. Maybe I would have done it if I'd left him the car keys, or if there were a lot of places for him to sit in the park.
The sun started to come out when were were nearing the car...
He was happy to be there!
The view from the top. Rona Island, with the mainland in the distance. The air was very hazy when we were there. This photo took a lot of adjustment.
We ate at the same restaurant as the night before, just down the hill from our B&B. I took this from my seat:
Afterward, I walked back down the hill.
This is our B&B on the left, and the owner's home behind. My car, the Renault, is the red one. Over the wall on the right is the neighbor's yard, which usually had sheep grazing.
The husband of the proprietor is a piper, and went out to practice as I was leaving.
Uig Bay from yet a different direction.
