Driving through the highlands the clag refused to lift off the snowy peaks but from Fort William onwards the conditions cleared. Crossing the Skye bridge spirits were high as we weaved our way through the mountain passes. The sun shone through the clouds reflecting off the blue waters and white peaks, we were finally here!!!
Spectacular views of the white topped Cullin mountains presented themselves at our base camp at Portree. Mid May we didn't expect to still see snow on the tops and it was surprisingly very cold, we had both optimistically packed shorts. On the plus side there were no sign of the dreaded midges.
My home for the next week, a little more cramped than usual with the added addition of the two bikes. We unpack and head into Portree for a few pints of Isles Ale and wild boar sausages and Angus beef and ale pie for tea. We dwell over the forecast for the next few days of strong winds and showers but improving as the week goes on....
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Wheres the infamous suitcase :P
:) hehe...It's now a big duffel bag.
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