We heard from locals in Glenelg that the views across to Skye are great from there. And there was a tea-house where we could stop before the return journey.
There was only a straggle of cottages along the bay. Some older that the rest. But where was the Tea shop? A local directed us to the last house.
It was cool in the shade so the wood stove was lit inside. It was snugly filled with armchairs and one big table. After cakes and an enormous pot of tea, I wandered past ruins, towards the loch.
… and met the happiest of hens.
They had a play-mate who bounded up and pranced among them.
She was a bit bemused when I told her she’s put them off the lay.
Story Twigs the Imagination! Text and photos by Meg Philp© 2016