A foodie's heaven

Well Saturday dawned and Desmond was still wreaking havoc on our plans! The wind had dropped a bit so we risked heading up to Portree in the morning but didn't hang about in case the bridge shut and we couldn't get back to the Inn. Skye lived up to its name of the misty isle so no outdoor shots on this day either. I've never taken so few photos on a Plockton weekend as I did on this one. Still we had a good rest, and ate and drank the fine fare and good company that marks this place, and draws us back year after year.