We had two episodes of brief entertainment; first when Albie had to puke at the side of the road (they claimed it was because of my driving, I blamed her being a delicate flower) and then having to go back to fetch her purse, which she had conventiently left on the boat. We then drove north to Broadford, before making a sharp left to go west. After a little while we came across this very picturesque church ruin, I believe it is called Kilchrist. This may sound like a weird name for a church until you find out that the prefix kil can either mean "servant of" or "church". Both make sense, I guess.
Nice graveyard.
The beautiful Hills of Cuillin. I believe this particular mountain is called Bla Bheinn (Blue Mountain) and is a part of the range called the Black Cuillins.
View towards The Old Man of Storr. The particular place where this photo was taken is rapidly becoming a place of zen for me.
We ended the evening with a grand dinner at the Uig hotel, then drove back to our AirBnB cottage, sometimes making brief detours up or down a road to see if we could get a better view of the sunset, but alas, it was cloudy.
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