Over the Sea to Skye

We woke up on a sunny Tuesday morning at Sunnyside Croft campsite in Arasiag. We spent time strolling along the beach with Ruby just taking in the atmosphere. The trip so far had been full on, so we were able to start relaxing and realising that we needed to slow down and take a gentler pace. After a Bacon bap (we had a lot of baps to use up) we started to pack our kit and headed off to wards Mallaig. It was becoming obvious after spending two nights in the camper that we would need to reorganise our equipment on future trips. The folding chairs we had were too heavy and large. Puffin had a wooden parcel shelf across the rear tailgate that needed to be removed and stored somewhere when using the bed; it wasn’t being used for anything, so in the future it would be left at home. We were still learning.

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Sunnyside Croft Campsite

Sunnyside Croft Campsite

The isles in the distance

The isles in the distance










Before leaving the site, I emptied the grey wastewater tank and the chemical toilet, as you never know when the next opportunity would arise if we had to wild camp.

The narrow road worked its way around the coastline. Around each corner a white sandy beach appeared. The sea was as blue as could be and with the white beaches we could have been in the Caribbean.

Eventually we reached the ferry port of Mallaig, parked up and wandered toward the harbour. As we walked to the town the first Steam train of the season pulled in and where was the camera, yes! Locked away in Puffin.

We bought food essentials from the Coop store. We didn’t bring a vast food store with us because they do have shops in Scotland and we should support the local economy.

The Extreme Knitter didn’t know that I had planned for us to catch the ferry across the Sound of Sleat to land on the Isle of Skye at Armadale, so she was surprised when I went to the ferry building and booked our passage.

In fact the only thing she knew about the whole trip was that we were going to Scotland, so each day was new adventure for her and I only had a vague idea of where we would be going. Any plan was in a constant state off flux.

The tickets for two passengers, one dog (no charge) and a campervan below 5 meters long came to £33.

We were directed into the bus-waiting lane and were first in the queue. After a half hour wait the ferry docked and off loaded three cars.

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Waiting for the ferry

The loading began, motorbikes boarded first, then cars, followed lastly by campervans, buses, and vans, There were certainly more vehicles going the Skye than there were leaving.

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On to the ferry

The crossing only took 35minutes, but there is always something exciting about a boat trip.

Leaving Mallaig

Leaving Mallaig

If you have a dog you can only sit in the pet seating area.

The Isle of Skye was coming into view and the ferry port at Armadale looked small compared to Mallaig. It consisted of a loading ramp and an office.

We were called to return to our vehicles and as we docked I realised that we only had two cars in front of us, so we were going to be the third vehicle off the ferry.

Puffin on board

Puffin on board

Did I mention that Puffin was never going to break any speed limits? With only one twisty road (A851) through Sleat up towards the north of Skye, I was leading a slow (50mph) convoy of car drivers that really would like to travel a little faster. I took pity on them and pulled into a lay-by to let then race off. Some acknowledged my act of kindness and beeped their horn as they passed, some waved (well I think they were waving). I found myself having to pull over several times through out the journey; they like to travel fast on Skye.

Main road through Skye

Main road through Skye

Later in the journey I did get a one-finger salute off a young female driver who felt that I shouldn’t have been on the road in front of her.

We arrived at the Camping & Caravan Club site at Edinbane about 4pm to find that they were fully booked. However there was an over night pitch for late arrivals available just outside the barriers, which we jumped at, as we were shattered.


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