Sailing homewards

One last visit to a stony little beach, from which we watched the ferry emerge from Scapa Flow into the bay - time to board!

We left the islands in sunshine on smooth seas, disturbed only by a cacophony of car alarms (not ours, fortunately; we have learned how to turn it off). We sat on the sun deck and watched the islands pass by.

And now we are in the Highlands, at the Balavil Hotel in Newtonmore, where the internet consents to speak to me (that at the Creel didn't, for some reason; it preferred durham_rambler). But it must be time for dinner...

Home tomorrow.