The weather in Scotland defied reason and explanation--after the one misty day, we had nothing but sunshine. It brought out the colors of the sea, the sky, the heather, the grasses, the rocks. In short: just beautiful.

We found the bothy in the previous post on a trek across a headland near Gairloch.



The peat is a veritable sponge:



We hiked off-trail across the peat...





...to get to this reward:



The hike back from the beach was pretty scary, actually, so we don't have photos of that bit--we were focused on staying on the cliff...

Near Gairloch, we stayed in an old lodge in Shieldaig, built as a hunting and fishing destination in the late 1800s. The only thing it lacked was a murder--it felt like an English movie. With a fantastic view:



Here's the view from my room:



The lodge had two grand sitting rooms for guests, one of which had a "boom box" and a collection of CDs (mostly classical with some other random bits here and there). I found the following:



...(with apologies for the poor resolution). It says, "Whip my Towdies." We of course asked Angela, our Scottish authority, what that meant, assuming it was some Scottish folk CD or something. She didn't even recognize the word. We're somewhat alarmed...