This was the view from my B & B this morning! Not the Wee Bunk House! As you can see the Isle of Skye today is more like it’s other name, the Misty Isle. Still so lovely.

Bonnie, the owner of the B & B greeted me with a nice hearty breakfast and a ‘where ya off to taday?’. To the Fairy Pools and then, wherever the roads lead me! Any tips for me Bonnie? ‘Good luck with the parking at the pools!’ Hmmmm.

I felt lucky to have found a spot, that’s my car, the wee black one. Now, keep in mind there is a car parked in front of mine, and on the other side. I HATE driving in reverse, especially when it’s a tight space! For a moment I questioned my decision, just for a moment. 

It doesn’t look like much here, it’s a walk. The pools are beyond the clouds.
Now, back to the car and the ‘getting out of the feckin parking lot’. Check it! I did it!!

Now, off to Fort William, a drive and a ferry ride! Never drove a car onto a ferry before. Note the sign on the dock:

Eeks! They ACTUALLY have to have signs for that, not, no worries!

All is good! Made it on the ferry and off we go, only a 30 minute ride. Here is what greeted us:

Sometimes your the bird, sometimes the bird is on your head!

Onto my next stop, Fort William, hoping to find a Wee bunk for the night!

YES! Score! A lovely B & B within walking/stumbling distance of a pub! Dreams really do come true!

Guinness for, well, I’m sooo close to Ireland and a shot in memory of dad. Here’s to you dad.

So, interesting story for the day. Sorry, no hitch hikers! 

I’m heading to the Loch Lomand area tomorrow and I’m reminded of the song; The Bonny Banks o’ Loch Loman. You know it….hum or sing along….’you take the high road and I’ll take the low road and I’ll be in Scotland afore ye’. 

Well, would you be surprised that this is a tragic song? It’s awful! I loved this song, but it’s so sad!

So the English (sadly my ancestors, thanks again ancestry.com) were brutal. There was an uprising in Scotland (there were many).The Jacobites decided to fight the English. If you were captured, you had a chance to walk away. Here’s the catch…..you had to fight someone to the death. It could be a friend, or worse….a brother. 

So brothers James and William were captured. The only way one of them could live was if one killed the other. Neither could imagine doing this. As tragic stories go, William was 20 years older than James. William also was married with two children. So James offered to let William kill him so he could go home to his wife and children. William was having nothing of this, he figured James would be of more help, being younger, to his growing family. 

James agreed, promising William it would be quick. He lifted the rock and dropped it on William’s head. When William fell, his hand opened with a note in it to his wife, and James. James grabbed it before anyone saw.

William pleaded with his wife to forgive James, he had no choice. To James, he told him to forgive himself and raise his sons to be proud Scottish men.

So James took the high road (it took him longer) and William took the low road (he was dead) and William was back in Scotland afore ye.  UGH

Stupid bonny, bonny banks of Loch Lyman.