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We reached the end of the Quiraing Road and headed north, stopping for a ‘comfort’ break at an excellent set of facilities near a telephone box. The facilities told us we could not smoke in English and Gaelic.
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We made a brief stop by a small loch. We were pondering on a cup of coffee, but having enjoyed the view we didn’t make a meal of it.
This loch seemed to be a repository for junk so we moved on.
Ahead of us was a viewpoint (shown on our out of date map - it gets not a mention on newer versions) and we decided we would stop and walk up the hill to it. We were not alone. A coach was well loaded and these Japanese people were disembarking and gathering all sorts of luggage from the hold and walking briskly up the steep approach to the summit. The luggage included items like 5 foot square window frames with white plastic where the glass might have been. Meanwhile, a car was slowly creeping up the gentle path that we intended to take.
We had hardly started the walk to the summit but the views were good.
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I don’t know what the building on top of the hill had been.
There’s some of the frames carried up by the Japanese folk.
If you haven’t guessed our oriental visitors were making a film. I asked what they were doing but actually, they did not have good English. It was better than my Japanese, though so I didn’t get much detail.
However, I saw the chap standing aloof from the others as a ‘star’. Fantastic scenery.
Many of this group gathered together. The chap bending over was trowelling away sheep droppings. Meanwhile my star man was aloof and on his own, awaiting the completion of these minor events before he could come into his own. Or maybe he was just a shy and solitary chap.
Yes, he did wear a bun.
That’s where we were heading – ‘oop north’ - to the top end of the Trottenish Peninsula which was also the very north end of Skye.
