Another vote for Scottish independence
We should really have expected iffy weather, going in November, but it's the only time me & the wife could get off together that year.

Driving up the M6 my car developed a slow puncture, requiring a full reinflation of the offending rear tyre every 50 or so miles and when we eventually got to Fort William, we found there was no garage open, so I had to nurse it until we got to Skye on the Monday.

We found a B&B which was nice, except for the half-mile walk up the road in the pissing rain to the nearest hotel for breakfast - the old dear who ran the B&B didn't do breakfasts off-season and contracted them out.

We went for a walk to the base of Ben Nevis, in the pissing rain, but the summit was in cloud, so we went back to the B&B and watched telly.

The B&B in Skye was run by Basil Fawlty's long lost cousin, who wore tartan trews and loudly proclaimed his Scottishness, despite exhibiting no trace of a native accent. There were no restaurants open after 6pm and the pubs didn't do food out of season, but the chippy was OK.

A trip to watch otters in the wild required a mile walk in the pissing rain to a hut where we sat for 2 hours and saw 1 otter about 500 yards out to sea.

The only plus point was the lack of midges at that time of year.
( Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample., Fri 15 Aug 2014, 16:15, 2 replies)

imma click "i like this" for the title

( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 15 Aug 2014, 16:21, closed)

I also hate seeing midgets when on holiday.

(eViLegion Chief Commissioner of the Scottish Lunacy Board, Fri 15 Aug 2014, 16:31, closed)