Day 3 "Leaving Port Askaig"

Before a traditional Scottish breakfast (served by my English hostess) I take a little walk to capture some photos at dawn. What a show.

As I'd achieved the trip to Islay's objectives the previous day, and my ferry didn't leave until 3.30pm, I had a very easy day. Much of it spent pottering around Port Askaig.

On the journey back I met an entirely different elderly English couple. They pointed out the distant shadow of Ireland on the horizon and we shared a magnificent Hebridean sunset from the deck of the ferry.
From Norfolk, they have visited Scotland every year since WWII and had climbed 172 of the 284 "Munro's" (the highest mountains of Scotland catalogued by an englishman named Munro).
They were professional people without the snobbery. It was easy to imagine them as the original Boy Scout and Girl Guide in their 70s. I learn the lesson that one of the joys of travel is the people you meet as you share journeys.

The 2 hours pass quickly and its back to Tarbert for a good sleep before my long drive to Skye.