Skye 14

Goodbye Husabost. Sob.
Pigs are the best of neighbours. They oink gently whenever they see you, eat all your leftover fruit and vegetables and generally sleep until 11am. Consequently they are not up in time to be my final holiday blip. But I can see the sun glinting off their ears as they snooze at the bottom of the croft. We will miss you, piggies.
Now for a 420 mile drive home.