After a very deep sleep it was time to try again for Inverness. The trains were still cancelled from Perth, so it would be a short train journey followed by a coach… and then a three hour drive to Skye in a hire car. Fazed? Pah! I think not!
|Backpack holding out marvellously there|
I also slept for most of the coach journey to Inverness. Here’s the thing about sleeping in transit: it doesn’t matter how much sleep I get or how comfy I am, I always wake up feeling groggy and even more tired than I did pre-nap.
Needless to say by the time I got to Inverness I was feeling a bit desperate for y’know, an actual bed to sleep in. Instead however, I had to pick up a hire car and set off on another voyage. I really like driving and I’m so glad my parents pushed me to learn and pass my test as soon as I turned 17. It really does give you great freedom.
As I was cruising merrily along taking in the scenery I suddenly noticed a huge lake to my left. Wow, beautiful! I thought to myself. I then saw a great big sign welcoming me to Loch Ness. I almost screeched to a halt.
Firstly, this is an embarrassing display of how poor my knowledge of Scottish geography is, especially since I’d looked at the route on a map beforehand (soz guys). Secondly, as a child I harboured a very intense obsession for dinosaurs, animals and other creatures – such as the Loch Ness monster. So to see Loch Ness was a childhood dream come true.
I pulled in to the first lay-by I came across and grinned at the huge expanse of water with pure glee.
After two hours I stopped in a very drizzly Kyle of Lochalsh for some dinner and a drink, then got back on the road to get on the Skye bridge and complete my journey.
|Skye bridge to the right|
I don’t actually have much experience of staying in B&Bs, but as soon as I arrived at the little white bungalow better known as Ronan House B&B I instantly knew I was going to enjoy my stay. I’m a big fan of staying with family or friends when in new places, because it’s always best to get local insider knowledge of a place but also because this way you get that ‘homely’ feel. Turns out you get that with B&Bs too!
|Sort of felt like I was visiting relatives!|
|The first of many cups of tea|
I settled down early to read my book and repay my by this point very big sleep debt, feeling excited to explore Skye the following day.
Breakfast the next morning was a real treat. A big breakfast definitely goes a long way and my god this was a big breakfast! I enjoyed every single bite/sip!
Skye is absolutely beautiful. You’re surrounded by burgeoning hills, green grass, low misty clouds and a sense that to survive here you have to be made of tougher stuff.
I hope I never become complacent about stunning scenery, it’s a simple pleasure that I never seem to tire of.
I drove through Dunvegan and eventually stopped in Carbost. One place I really wanted to visit was the Talisker distillery. Distilleries are pretty commonplace in Scotland, so when in Rome…
I booked my place at the distillery and we were then taken on a tour of where & how the whisky is made. The methods in place are still pretty much the same as they were years and years ago – manual a lot of the time! I like that. A real sense of tradition and pride.
I’m finishing this blog post here because as you’ve probably noticed it’s quite picture heavy! The distillery tour was really interesting. By this point I’d also firmly come to the conclusion that Scottish folk are lovely – everyone I’d met so far had been nothing but friendly, helpful and chatty.