First stop and close by to Uig Bay was the Fairy Glen. Winding single track road had us arrive in a mystical spot which seemed to be set in the midst of a sheep farm. There are cone like mound formations that have ringed sheep tracks indented into them giving almost a beehive look. In between is a couple of fairy circles and if you keep a close eye out, little fairy doors tucked into the hillside here and there.
A trip across another one lane road from one coast to the other travelled through completely unpopulated heather fields. Before we knew it we were spat out at the Quirang which is this funky rock formation and the carpark for the hike was already filling up and certainly was no motorhome size parks easily accessible so we admired from the road side. Not a bad view! The road led on to a dicy little switchback section which again put our drivers to the test.
Onwards from here was the waterfall known as Kilt Rock. The carpark was surprisingly empty and the water fall was not a big walk to see, basically at the other end of the carpark. Hard to get a good photo and drones not allowed here (thought there was still one up). It was not running heavily and the little stream that it comes from was teenie! The viewing point is adjacent and juts out a little so you can see it, but the cliff faces around it are just as spectacular to see. One lady had here hiking poles leaning against the railing and next minute…. over they went into the sea…
Tip #14 keep things attached to you that you don’t want to sacrifice to the cliff face here. One gust of wind and anything not secure will be gone forever!
Heading back along the coast line our intention was to hike Old Mann Storr. Unfortunately by 10am when we got there there was no parking available. We drove down the road a little happy to park and walk back, but nothing to suit Big Bertha and Co. Snaps from the wrong side of the landscape, but nothing we could do. Onto Portree we go.
As we wound our way around the Island coastline, we happened upon an opportunity to pat some Hairy Highland Cows (Coooos). These hairy beasts have become a Scotish symbol of such and many motorhomes, including ours, has one propped up on their dash. This little stop gave us an opportunity to pat a coooo and grab a coffee together with a slice of carrot cake. Tick tick tick ✅️
Portree could not be a more picturesque harbour town with its coloured buildings tucked into the walls of the village. We wondered down looking for lunch and in particular fish n chips. I mean, surely this was the spot for good fish n chips! We decided on the Pier Hotel Restaurant which is the blue building you can see in the pictures below. It had a teenie weenie room that had maybe 5-6 tables fitting maybe 20 people max. You could not book a table but we were there right on opening and snagged the window seat. The food was spot on and we made sure we left a google review to help bring their rating up! Yum!
We came back to our carpark after a quick wonder through the upper village streets to find we earned ourselves a parking ticket for parking in a minibus zone… Surely Big Bertha qualifies… apparently not! Thems the breaks, we literally could not find anywhere else to park.
Time to get off island and head to our next camp on Loch Ness. We had no plans, just going to pull up when we found a spot! No safe pull overs so we booked into an equestrian campsite Loch Ness Bay Camping, a very tidy and very green campsite. We didn’t leave the site, just had a few drinks and put ourselves to bed! It is walking distance to a little village and very close to our morning castle stop but we had explored enough for one day. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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