Sunday in the Quiraing

We were very fortunate that today turned out to be a lovely dry day for our hike in the Quiraing. Altogether we walked over 9 miles and some of it was hard going. Margaret served up a massive cooked breakfast and we had to ask her to halve our portions for tomorrow.

After a long trudge home along the road and a reviving cuppa we set out again this time for short walks to find dinosaur footprints and fossils.

The beach where the footprints are was beautiful.  Neither of us are convinced about the footprint but there is a museum of dinosaurs and fossils nearby and proper signboards explaining about dinosaur activity in the area 150 million years ago.

Is this a dinosaur footprint?

There are supposedly fossils on Flodigarry beach so we headed there but it was a fruitless search.

There were some haunting noises - seals on the island....or Flora McDonalds ghost? (see later)

We were invited into the lounge at 8.30 that evening for tea and scones which we thought was a nice gesture and the scones were delicious. However the talk was very much about religion and how the preacher has asked Margaret to spread the word. Then it got onto the supernatural and they told us how they were talking one night about whether they should write a book (about their religious beliefs, the way they met and supernatural happenings) when there was a crash from the hall and the stick had fallen to the floor. They took this as a sign that they should write the book and they have.

Myles is a published author of 20 books mostly Gaelic poetry. He gave me one to look at and it was full of references to supernatural occurrences.  His parting shot as we retired to bed was that the other dimension is closer than you think.

The next morning as we said our goodbyes Margaret clasped Martin's hand and said he must start believing. She said nothing to me.....a lost cause.