When the big dude rested on the 7th day well I will tell you that Portree really followed suit. You could have carked it and they would not have found you until Monday. We walked up to a servo in a vein hope of getting transport ending up unsuccessful. As they say these things happen for a reason. We decided to do the walk that we did yesterday and go a little further around the bay. By this stage we had learnt how to deal with the weather. When it rained you ran for the shelter of a tree and waited 3 or 4 minutes. By then it had stopped and you continued on your merry way. So we continued around the bay and discovered a fish farm and more amazing scenery. The track then veered away from the bay and up a steep muddy slope, which a mountain goat would have loved. Up the top we had great views and was very pretty in its own right. Having the choice of left or right, we took the later option. This sent us trudging through a moor that was covered in water. And I was mistaken that water did follow the laws or gravity. We pointed to a small summit and headed for it and were rewarded with great views on Portree and its surrounds.
Then we bush bashed or could I say walked on water. It seemed as though we were following some sort of track. Our feet were soaked along with half of our jeans. Coming across a small creek, I don’t know why we doubled back to get around it but we did. Finally we got back down and walked through the town and through some miracle we grabbed a paper and an ice cream. As we were walking around we saw a fellow traveller get off the bus from UIG, the same German dude that we caught the train from Inverness with, small world. Then it was off to the pub for an early dinner and a relaxing evening.