*

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…