Just a wee baby but he’s the reason we are here in Skye.
After breakfast, Murdo drove us over to Jaki and Allan’s house to meet Grian. He’s now about five weeks old and Scamp just couldn’t keep her eyes off him. I’m more of the Kevin Bridges “How ye doin’ mate” camp. I find it hard to talk to babies, but I knew that Scamp would jump at the chance to hold him and have a cuddle. Grian, that is, not Kevin Bridges!
I’d brought my cameras, of course, and after taking a few photos of Grian with his mum, his dad and with ScampI, Allan (the dad) asked if I wanted to go a walk along the shore. I knew I’d only be a hinderance with all the baby talk going on, so I gathered my kit and caboodle and Allan and I walked halfway down to the shore. He went back to the house after giving me clear instruction that would get me on a circular path back to the house.
After falling on my backside twice I realised I really do need to get a new pair of boots. There is so little grip left on the heels and the sole is beginning to wear too, but for today, for scrambling they were great. Plenty of ankle support still. I walked over the seaweed and on to the sand before finding the sea washed pebbles and cobbles that formed the demarcation between the sand and the seaweed. I took a few cobble photos and remember Ailsa, a girl from Salsa, posting photos of those same stones in rock pools.
Unfortunately, the rain swept in and I was at the gate Allan had told me to take and then I was at the path I’d been told to follow back to the road and from there it was an easy walk to the house where Betty, the dog, interrogated me, wanting to know what I’d been doing out without her!
It was soon time to leave the house and Murdo arrived to take us all back for lunch, leaving Jaki, Grian and Allan, whose birthday was today, to some peace and quiet. How much peace there would be with Betty the excitable guard dog running around, I don’t know.
After lunch Murdo drove us up over Quiraing and on to Uig where we stopped for some snacks before dicing with death on the thousands of potholes that make the driving on Skye treacherous, especially on the north end.
Dinner was fish pie. It couldn’t be anything else on Skye. Jackie makes the best fish pie anywhere. It just beats Scamp’s and she would agree with me there.
We’re going back south tomorrow from our lightning visit to meet Grian. I had a great time, despite ‘Popeye’ and his antics. It was good to see that not much had changed in Staffin, or in Skye in general.
Time to pack tonight, but that shouldn’t take too long. Hope it’s a different bus … and a different driver!