Somewhat fortuitously we got the last room
in practically the last B&B on the mainland.
Pictish art, courtesy of our landlady, Christine,
greeted us in the porch.
We had proper coffee in the bedroom, a great view,
and a comfortable bed.
Then we tried to book a ferry but couldn’t,
at least, not for the next day…
Which meant we would have a whole day
and the night ‘to kill’ on Skye.
“We’ve definitely been called,” said Wen,
“We’re just going to have to work for it, that’s all!”
And work for it we certainly did…