Everest would have been easier…
Tuesday 16 October, 2018
Confidence is a wonderful thing, but the idea we could fight the gale – and the rain and the cold – was pure wishful thinking. We certainly gave it a go, climbing up the incredibly degraded path in an attempt to see the Old Man of Storr, but after a couple of kilometres we realised that we weren’t going to see anything through the mist, so we drove back through the mist across the Quiraing in the deepest depression. We cheered up a bit when we realised how stunning the area could be in the sunshine, so we decided to take it easy today and go all out tomorrow with a wild-life cruise, photos at Storr and the Quiraing, and anything else we could fit in.
A kind of compensation was dinner, which Paula and I managed to mix up, so I ended up booking the wrong restaurant. That proved a fortunate error, because the food was some of the best we’ve had – and we really can’t say we’ve had a bad meal. The West Coast has amazing seafood, great lamb and venison, and we’ve had some great treats. Thank Cuchullin – lovely grub.
The other great compensation was watching the unfolding chaos around the American Wedding, and we’ve become convinced that the bride’s favourite movie was four weddings and a funeral. With the wet outside, the guests clustered in the bar, bemoaning all sorts of disasters from flat tyres to lost keys – all of which seem to be the result of a British plot. We haven’t seen the bride, but breakfast had a transatlantic feel, with several of the guests instructing the nice Scots waitress about easy-over and sunny-side up. Why the F#*@ would you both going overseas if you aren’t going to sample the local food. With a breakfast menu that went down the page and included kippers (yum), porridge (proper stuff), black pudding and haggis and poached eggs, why would you go for the same stuff you get at home.
Probably all Trump supporters…
If I ever behave in such a parochial fashion, shoot me! Life is only meaningful when every day is a little different, and every week has its adventure.
I’m sure we’ll here more of the story tomorrow, because we’re having dinner at the Ferry Inn, which is where the reception is being held. Should be good for a laugh.
Tomorrow will be a better day!
