A week in Skye - Loch Sligachan

So now we're at the Loch Sligachan campsite on Skye (which we recommend by the way) and it's really, really lovely.  We've just finished dinner and are sitting in the campervan with the setting sun coming in through the front window screen.   We have the Cuillin mountains around us and Loch Sligachan right alongside.  It really is a fantastic evening.

We left the holiday park at Loch Lomond quite late this morning, and we've slowly made our way  here, stopping wherever we wanted just to look and take photographs.  Actually, our slow meander was even slower and more meandering than we meant it to be.  Flamin' sat nav!

But all was not lost, we got to see a bit more of Scotland, and take more pictures.  Now all I have to do is work out which picture is which Loch.

The Bridge of Orchy.

If you are wondering why we stopped there, and why I took a picture of the Bridge of Orchy, it's because it's iconic apparently, meaning Peter told me to.  Something to do with the West Highland Way.

Glencoe Pass.  All broody looking

Sgeir na Sean Chroit on Loch Linnhe.  Nope, I have no idea how to pronounce it, but it was cracking spot to sit and have lunch.

After lunch we reached Fort William where we were able to see the mighty Ben Nevis.  Or at least part of it, the top half was covered under cloud, which was a little disappointing.
Not to worry, now's the time to go the wrong way.............

This could be Loch Eil, or Loch Shiel, or Loch Eilt.  No idea, but we liked it enough to stop and take pictures.  There's actually a really lovely little old church on the other side of the road to this point too.  

Loch Nan Uamh, another loch from our detour collection.  Just round the corner from here was another stopping point, where I got to see a grey heron.  Absolutely brilliant. 

So then we finally realised that we were going the wrong way, and turned round to go back to Fort William.  Another bonus to the mistake is that we got to see nearly all of Ben Nevis this time.  I say nearly all, the peak still refused to come out from under it's cloudy blanket.  It doesn't 'alf look like a grumpy mountain from where we were looking.

Anyway, now were running a little later than planned, so Peter drove more and stopped less until we got to the bridge at Kyle of Lochalsh. Finally we were across the bridge and onto Skye.  Yippeee.

Half an hour later we were at the campsite with this view.  

A few of the mountains surrounding our campsite, we've worked out these three peaks are Am Mam, Beinn na Gaoithe and Beinn Bhreac

Tomorrow we're off for a little walk up a mountain.  It should be fun.