Today we drove to Portree. The big city.
The potholes seemed to be worse on this side of the road and the traffic was almost as bad as yesterday. The road surface coming in to Portree from the north was even worse than on the way up.
Portree itself was absolutely mobbed. People everywhere.We parked in one of the few parking places up near the nursery, then we walked into the town. We couldn’t see any of the shops we remembered. No butchers, no clothes shops, not sure if there was a bakers, but plenty of shops selling cheap tourist tat for not cheap tourist prices. We walked round the town twice before agreeing we would just head back to Staffin.
Scamp filmed some of the queues outside Storr, but the worst place was where a herd of Highland Cattle were being photographed by numpties who had just parked their cars in the road to record this spectacle. I counted half a dozen cars abandoned on both sides of the road so eejits could take photos. We drove home shaking our heads.
We drove back to the house via The Slip. It used to be a great place to walk and take photos. Many’s the time I went fishing for mackerel or lythe there from the rocks. That was before the fish farm arrived and collapsed. That same fish farm’s collapse also led to work stopping on half a dozen industrial unit next to the slip. Now it seems that dozers and cranes haul materials from one part of the site to another … before hauling it back again, giving the impression that work is being done. Another wasted opportunity.
Our mood changed when we visited Grian and his mum in their house. Thankfully Jackie was driving. You just couldn’t help but smile at this wee boy. Even I got a smile from him!
Back at the house I took some photos of the sheep and lambs on the croft as well as Murd’s old tractor.
Tomorrow we may be going out to lunch.