When we woke this morning it was raining. Not the "torrential downpour" or "mist from the sea" modes of rain that we had become so familiar with in Aberdeen but rather a "light but steady" mode that did not encourage us to start the day.

But we only have a few days on Skye so, rain or no rain, we had to get going. We made our lunch and headed off to the walk - and climb - to the Old Man of Storr, a 55m tall volcanic plug that dominates the skyline behind Portree.

The rain had gone, to be replaced by the occasional shower and, higher up, swirling mist.

We made multiple stops on the way up as we encountered more and more dramatic views, both of the rocks ahead of us as we climbed and the sea and islands to the sides and behind.

It took us 45 minutes to climb the 2km to the base of the Old Man and just as long to walk back down as now we were looking directly at the view.

Eventually, we remembered we had a selfie stick with us.

The weather had improved a bit by the time we returned to the carpark so we drove five minutes to a convenient roadside waterfall to have lunch.

We then drove on to Portree, the largest town on the island. The aim here was to see if we could get on a boat trip to see puffins.

The bloke we needed to see wasn't there so we toured a few charity shops (including one in the white house in the photo above) and gift shops. Linda bought a few things, some of which were even useful.

By the time we had finished that, said bloke had returned to his perch near the harbour. On being quizzed, he was noncommital on the chances of seeing puffins so we decided to save our money and give the trip a miss.

Instead, we returned to our chalet for an afternoon snooze.

After dinner, we were ready for a bit more exploring so we drive up the coast to Uig for a bit of a look see. The first thing we noticed, 100m from our driveway, was a field of Heelin Coos. Uig was closed, as we had expected, so we didn't stop in the town itself. We did take some photos from the road overlooking the town and harbour.

Back at the chalet, we made the short walk to the field of Highland Cattle. There were a number of different coloured beasts, some of which also boasted similarly coloured calfs. Linda took multiple photos but I will only bore you with two here. If you're really keen, there will be more photos on Polarsteps (see link on Facebook).