When I woke around 6.00 am and looked out it was windy but it wasn't raining. I went back to sleep, and by 7.00 it was absolutely lashing down. The rain was being driven sideways AND bouncing off the road.
Breakfast was a thoughtful affair. We couldn't contemplate spending 5 hours on Raasay with no shelter, but that decision was taken out of our hands anyway as I believe the Raasay sailing was cancelled (along with several others in this part of the world). Cycling the 26 miles to Portree wouldn't just be uncomfortable, it would be downright dangerous. Could we get to Portree by bus, WITH the bikes?
We found a timetable, which seemed to show no buses on Sunday, then found a service at 1145. So hope, perhaps. We got down to the bus shelter in time, and found two drowned Dutchmen and a Scot. The wind and rain were horrendous.
When the bus arrived the driver told us he wasn't allowed to carry bikes... but today he would make an exception! Off we went: streams and rivers were bursting (and it had only been raining for four hours); aquaplaning was a real danger. The bus wheels were throwing up huge amounts of water and I dreaded to think what it would have been like being passed by such a vehicle.
Now we are in Portree. It's just far too wet to do anything, so we're twiddling our thumbs until our host for tonight arrives around 6 pm.
Where did I put that book?
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