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