Hiking on Skye

I managed to persuade Kaz to do a bit of hiking up the Quarraine later in the afternoon, a reasonably difficult climb to a rocky outcrop. We weren’t on our own as the place was positively awash with day trippers out for a good walk. I was very proud of Kaz who made it a good 2 kilometers along quite a narrow climb. This was the day she discovered that besides claustrophobia she discovered on our last trip when we explored the Bronze Age Mines at the Orm in Wales, she could add a genuine fear of heights to her list of “things not to try again”. She traveled back alone (on her insistence I might add) as she was determined to beat the fear. I went on nearly to the top. The views were exhilarating!

We spent that night in Plockton, a pleasant little village. We lodged at a B&B for ₤20 a head. A hotel in the town, about the same quality was ₤60 a head. Sometimes I cannot understand the UK method of pricing. In Australia, a room is a room. Sure, you pay for a double but not double the price!