Pale View of Hills

The first time I ever visited Skye, the weather was glorious. So, in spite of everyone telling me "you're lucky, it's not usually like this," this is how I always imagine it, with the hills looking like some improbable backdrop.

Spent the morning relaxing around the house, then headed into Portree in the afternoon to pick up a few last-minute bits and pieces for George's birthday the next day.

A Bigger Backdrop