Part 2
Climbing up another slippery scree slope
Then I get this silly idea that I want to see into the flat, hidden area known as the Table, up behind the Needle, where locals used to hide their cattle from rustlers. It looks steep but this young German guy just runs up so DD and I head up. Sensible DH stays behind.
Turned out it was much much MUCH steeper than it looks-we ended up climbing up on all fours at one point and I think we both thought-how are we going to get back down- but you know how it is-its easier to keep climbing at that point!
Us going up
We made it! But now we have to get down
From the Needle, trying to convey the steepness-that jaggedy cliff below-we were at the bottom of that.
Views from behind the Needle looking out
And in the corrie behind the Needle decided by now it was too much of a scramble and take us too long to actually keep climbing up into the Table (and DH is waiting patiently at the bottom busting for a pee!) - how the cattle got up here is anyones guess.
No pics of us sliding down on our bums as DH was too busy watching us with trepidation! But here are some panoramas he took while he was waiting for us. What is sickening the young guy who had run up into the Table then back past us, just ran down the hill zigzagging while we slid from tussock to tussock hanging on in a controlled slide and not daring to stand up. Well DD did once half way down, slipped backwards and didnt try again!
Duffy tried some mountain climbing of his own. We were surprised throughout Scotland compared to our national parks, how its so wild with no safety warnings or bridges over stream gorges and people have their dogs with them etc.
Back in the car around 2pm-good job we had a good breakfast, and driving around the tip of the Peninsular. Couldnt find a handy tea shop anywhere. Views of the Quiraing from another side.
Tulm Bay panorama with the ruins of Duntulm Castle on the headland-this is at the tip of the Trotterness Peninsual.
Skye Museum of Island Life with its traditional cottages
Flora MacDonalds Grave in Kilmuir cemetery-she who helped Bonnie Prince Charlie escape.
Finally we ended up late afternoon in the main town of Portree. Headed down to the Harbour and bought fish and chips to eat sitting in the sun on the harbour wall. Usual UK greasy fish and chips-never seem to find decent fish and chips over here.
Decided as it not yet 6pm we would go for a drive around another arm towards Dunvegan Castle. Here it is
Continued next post