Portree, Skye

After breakfast in this old hotel noticed this curiousity hanging on the wall.

Ferry to Skye, windy, some fog/cloud but slowly clearing. Wind gusting SW as I rode south, but relatively easy 16 miles to Portree. Scenery not that interesting along the way, until the sunshine comes out in Portree, picture postcard pretty town.

Town a bit twee, touristy and pricey, but still enchanting -- I'm a sucker for sunshine any way I can get it these days. Might be rainy tomorrow, but I decided to stay a couple of days,  cheaply at the hostel (old post office) painted in astonishing primary colors, taking an all day minibus tour of Skye highlights tomorrow.

Drinking tonight at MacNabs Inn, known for its local ales but staying for the juke box -- locals making bizarre selections as young folks shoot pool, some sporting vintage outfits, leather pants or tweed suits, all while listening to Gene Vincent, Elvis, Sex Pistols, disco. 

And of course the Isle of Skye pipe band is out on maneuvers, practising in the town square this otherwise quiet Tuesday night.