Isle of Skye TT

We said yesterday that we'd let you know how the northern light photographs went. Well it didn't go so well, we didn't see anything, but we did find some of the fires from earlier still going, so went in hunt of those and then went back to the pub to collapse, it had been a long day!

When we got up, we'd missed breakfast again, this was fine, although it would probably be good, it would be a bunch of money for something we didn't need as we were still full from the massive meals the night before. We instead found a nice bakery and Mark found a new invention, a bacon and black pudding wrap, the scottish sure do do good food. Cederic (still not wanting us to call him Stuart on the blog) had some gorgeous sausage rolls while Martin just stocked up for later.

We were soon on our way to see some otters, we'd failed to see seals yesterday so that was on the cards too. This involved lots of rallying across the Isle again which was good fun and the sheep soon learned to jump out of the way.

We arrived at a loch where there were otters to be found, there was a pier which the otters play on, but they're fairly timid so we parked a little bit away and started sneaking down, just to be overtaken by a car that drove onto the pier and scared them all off. The people (lets call them Americans) then wondered why they couldn't see any otters anywhere. There were however lots of seals around so Martin and Cederic went off to take some pictures of these while Mark partook in the sport of caber tossing (which then scared off the seals too).

Back in the car we rallied on to another part of the island and found a tourist trap at the lighthouse. It was a fairly steep climb down and Mark fell over but saved dislocating his knee by knackering his wrist instead, all was fine later though. The lighthouse was pretty pathetic up close, all smashed up and dilapidated so we stopped for lunch which was nearly stolen by someone's crazy dog.

Onwards again via another castle, some more locks and then we came across an eagle, it's still under debate about what sort of eagle it is but it made Martin happy. Leaving the castle we also saw a Scottish man with bagpipes, we thought these would be more common, and were surprised that it had taken us three days to see one.

Returning to the pub, the woman behind the bar informed us that our breakfasts were included and was quite concerned why we hadn't had one yet. Needless to say, tomorrow is going to be a good day for eating, although Mark is a little concerned at how mad Tim will be that he's let some free stuff go by for two days.

We went out for food, we all had steak (our first of the holiday, can you believe it?), this made some of the locals scowl as we were at the #1 rated seafood restaurant on the island and none of us had any seafood. It was a cracking steak though, maybe they should change their speciality.

On the night we watched Scotland lose at sport again while Martin drank the bar dry (literally) of Jack Daniels.