Another travel day! On to the Isle of Skye where we will spend four nights. Now just to get there is one piece.
Our long day has a leisurely start as our ferry to the mainland does not depart until 11:50AM and we don’t have to be in line until 11:15 or so. It is a beautiful morning and Dick is up to see the first ferry arrive.
We have some time before we need to get in line for the ferry as we have a reservation. So, we drive out south of St. Margaret’s Hope to a high view point for a spectacular, clear view of Scapa Flow. Along the way we find a red telephone booth in the middle of nowhere; a remnant of pre-cell phone days though we have seen many through Scotland on this trip that still have actual phones in them as does this one. But this is just sitting out in the middle of nowhere at a crossroads.
We make a fast stop in Dingwall for groceries at the UK equivalent of a WalMart Superstore, Tesco. The selection at this one is much better than the one in Kirkwall but we still can’t find things we take for granted. Jack attributes the problem to the weird eating habits and tastes of Brits in general, like a pickle and cheese sandwich with chips (French fries) as a sandwich selection in the local café. We buy two large heads of garlic to spice up the other food we buy. Most things are very sweet to our taste or are flavored more toward the Asian spices. Virtually all the available coffee is instant, aka "sudden," and Dick is so desperate that he actually buys a small jar of instant espresso! Wonder how that is going to work?
Leaving Dingwall with 125 miles to go, we head west and then southwest on the A890. The first part is a good road through pretty country that reminds us of Colorado or some places in British Columbia. But, weather is blowing in from the west and the road is deteriorating. Soon we are bucking a major head wind, 50MPH with gusts to 70MPH are predicted, and see the tops of waves on lakes along the road being blown off into spray. Gas mileage drops from 50+ into the 30s. The road becomes one lane with "passing places." Now there are many one lane bridges with no way to see the other end of the bridge and it has started to rain and sleet. Nothing is sticking but driving is no fun and there is very little traffic with the exception of two cars behind us who must be local as they are antsy to pass. Finally, Dick lets them around and they disappear into the driving mist and slanting rain. Some of this route is through heavy, evergreen forest and even the bigger trees are swaying in the wind. We see some small limbs and such in the road and just hope we are not going to be blocked by a major tree fall and, more importantly, that we are not in the way when a big one does come down.