I was unsure weather I should be trying to get back to the mainland but the decision was made for me as the ferry to mallaig was suspended until late afternoon because of the weather. So what to do, the manager of the hostel suggested I step outside before I decided; there was snow on the hills, it was blowing a hooley, bitterly cold and had started hailing. So perhaps my idea of a ride out to elgon to view the cuillins was a little ambitious. A trip to portree to the fiddle festival, she suggested, as I wasn't going to get to the talisker distillery, this seemed a perfect compromise of a wee dram and music.
Having found the bus, via the spar shop to purchase essential festival gear of blue plastic poncho, cycle waterproofs are no match for this weather. I arrived at portree tourist information to find they had little except it started at 7.30pm and my bus was leaving at 5.30pm.
So the appealing alternative of a wet walk around the bay was it. Actually it was great if a little bracing, finishing up in a cafe for the obligatory coffee and cake, only to discover they also served talisker, perfect.
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