The bus tour I had booked yesterday was canceled last night due to mechanical problems, rescheduled for Thursday. So Gordon the most enthusiastic hostel employee I've ever encountered suggested I take public transportation -- bus to Dunvegan to see the castle. Drizzle begins, low clouds, out toward west. Dunvegan Castle has been the seat of the MacLeods for 800 years, continuously occupied, each chieftain adding and remodeling. Lots of portraits, silver, mementos of Africa/India as you might expect. But a real dungeon, an ancient iron sword, and a "fairy flag" -- piece of faded silk brought back from an early crusade, supposedly magically protecting the clan.
Walked back to village to see the other local highlight, the giant Angus MacAskill museum. This is a project of a direct descendant, Patrick MacAskill, who created this shrine with just his own funds and energy. Angus was born on another Hebridean island, so no connection to Skye, emigrated to Cape Breton where he was discovered/exploited, touring with Tom Thumb in the 1850's, dying relatively young from brain disease.
Patrick was easily persuaded to pose with this replica of his 7ft 9inch ancestor.
And drizzle/light rain mostly ended this evening, time for a stroll to the pier.
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