See Food, Eat It

There's a basic etiquette to driving on the single track roads of the Isles which basically involves waving a thank you if someone stops in a passing place to let you by. We'd noted on Skye before that the practice seemed to be getting less popular compared to the Outer Hebrides; but there are now around 1 in 7 or 8 that really can't be bothered with this little bit of common courtesy.

Added to that it appears that modern BMWs are no longer fitted with a reverse gear. It can be the on,y explanation for the number of them that go a yard past a passing place and then are completely and totally unable to move backwards.

However, despite Skye living up to the 'Misty Isle' name today, we got out and about, and finally Skye has a local shellfish seller to the general public. Paul at the Oyster Shed, a mile or so past Talisker, commented that most of the shellfish from here goes to Spain, something we'd noticed and complained about in the past. So to find Paul, who is an oyster farmer, who just last year set up with direct-to-public offering, it was a bit of a godsend. 6 oysters, 8 langoustines, and 9 scallops, 18 quid, and all caught just that morning, nice chat about Minis as well - as Paul said, he's probably the only oyster farmer in the world with a Mini convertible (our Clubman was parked nearby).

Then there was the Dun Beag birch, and a cracking walk out to Oronsay Island (in Loch Bracadale) in the drizzle (no sarcasm there, it was a fab walk, with a nice view of either dolphins or porpoises in the loch).

Bt as Mel said, I always look for the best shot of the day but sometimes it's more about what the day was about, and that fresh shellfish, cooked up simply in the evening for us to enjoy by culinary-superb-Mel, really summed up some of the best of the isles. Brilliant, just brilliant.

Grey Bracadale