Raining on Skye
Saturday May 20 Brutally early alarm, after the last week of laissez-fair. Both my clock and my phone (belt and braces job) went off at 5.20 a.m. Beds had to be stripped, the house left 'as you would want to find it' and then, a 20 mile drive to Lochmaddy to queue for the ferry by 6.45 at the latest. We increasingly resent having to clean the rental cottage before leaving, the rent should cover someone to do that for us. The Boat of Garten rental does. The vacuum here is so heavy that neither of us could carry it upstairs. The cottage looked spotless, we only used three rooms. It was also raining heavily this morning, not good for final packing. It reminded me of taking children camping in North Wales and dreading having to pack wet tents and then dry them when we got home. Corny the Crake bade us a muted farewell, an invisible one of course. A couple we see every year were queued in front of us in the 'lift lane'. Their little Schnauzer is full of beans. W