The weekend before last we managed to get ourselves up to the Isle of Skye; a trip that was probably a long time coming. It was a stroke of luck that the weather was (fairly) fine and not freezing.
That said, it was raining the day we decided to walk up to the Old Man of Storr in the northeast part of the island. We had to get up early to catch the bus from Skeabost, where our hotel was, to Portree, the “major” town on Skye. Buses are infrequent on Saturdays (and pretty much non-existent on Sundays) so we had to kill about three hours in Portree before we could catch the bus up to the Old Man of Storr.