Monday 9 October 2006--Despite being just a wee tad groggy, we get off in good time this morning for a day trip to Skye. Over the
bridge we go, through Broadford, left at Sligachan, and along Loch Harport. We skirt the Talisker distillery and cross
the peninsula to the Talisker farm, the last remnant of the Talisker Estate. It lies in a broad valley with cliffs on
either side, reminding me a bit of the Faroes. We park at the end of the road and take the short walk to the
gold-flecked black sand beach–another reminder of the Faroes–on Talisker Bay. We have the place to ourselves, although
oddly, we stumble over three pairs of shoes–Papa, Mama, and Baby–left neatly on the grass above the beach. A bit of a
mystery.
Back across the peninsula, we visit the distillery. We are not interested in the tour today, but just a stop in
the shop to see if there’s anything we really need to buy. There isn’t. The bottles of 20- and 25-year old are more
than we want to pay today. I was hoping to see a ten-year-old cask strength to replace one finished a while back, but
there is none.
We stop to look at the ruined broch of Dun Beag. It’s Ron’s first broch, but it won’t be his last.
These circular towers are found all over Scotland, particularly in the north, and are generally 2,000 to 2,500
years old. Their purpose and function are not well understood. Many, like Dun Beag, are on hilltops. The engineering
of their drystone construction is sufficiently sophisticated that some archeologists believe them to be the work of
itinerant professionals.
We drive around toward Portree, the main town in Skye, stopping to photograph the Old Man of Storr. I’ve never
really taken to Portree, but it’s worth a half an hour’s poke through the shops. There is a good music shop, and I find
a couple of interesting CDs.
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