The campsite was not as sheltered as we assumed.
The whole night wind rattles at our tent and I have very vivid dreams. Maybe around the corner at the beach the hills would have been a better protection. We thought the wind would stay behind the hill behind us but instead it kept circling around and spraying rainwater in from under the upper tent. It's all kind of damp in the morning. Breakfast and packing feels like an escape.
Asphalt road almost until Portree. A narrow one, we have to step in grass to let cars pass. It rains the whole time. Raasay comes into view and disappears again.
Shortly before Portree we have the opportunity to rub against wet grass and slide on slippery rocks covered with seaweed.Once we reach the street again, it is lined with sighs that tell us there are no vacancies.
We manage to find a cafe and squeeze us in, have a burger and a few coffees. There are three very expensive accommodations available on booking.com. After some pondering we take the least expensive one, a B&B two kilometers away. Shower, tea, planning. There's still horizontal rain outside.
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