Drove to the Sleat Peninsular which was more fertile and somewhat lush in contrast to the Cuillin Hills. Armadale Casle, now a ruin, was the seat of Clan Donald and commanded views across to the mainland. Had a pub lunch at a cute little place, Isleornsay, then followed the road out to Elgol around the shores of Loch Slapin. Here the views of the Red and Black Cuillins really were astounding and the difference in the rock types very noticeable. On the way home I had my first encounter with the Highland cattle, peering through their long fringes over the edge of the escarpment. They really are lovely!
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