As we were getting ready to go out this morning, we suddenly heard a loud rumbling noise coming from outside and getting louder. We rushed out onto the balcony in time to see the first of five fighter jets fly past just a few hundred metres above the loch. They were travelling from north to south and we hoped that it was just the RAF performing manoeuvres rather than the Russians commencing an invasion.

We haven't heard anything since so, if it was a Russian invasion, it was a very quiet one, even if it didn't sound like it to us.

Our plan for the day was to visit a few places around the island before finishing with a walk to the Fairy Pools. Spoiler Alert: we never made it to the Fairy Pools, read on to find out why.

Our first stop of the day was north of Uig at the Skye Museum of Island Life. It took us a while to get into the museum proper as they had a field of cows that required Linda to take multiple photos and then they had a very good gift shop where we would have spent some money if they had stocked some undies in my size.

Eventually, we made our way through to the museum, seven old thatched cottages that contained displays and explanations of crofting life 100 years ago.

We both found it interesting although Linda's patience with reading interpretive panels ran out long before mine did.

We then made an unproductive stop in Uig to visit a waterfall. The Uig Works Department was replacing all the stairs on the track and had closed the walk, so no waterfall for us.

We then drove across the island to Dunvegan where we were considering visiting Dunvegan Castle, the oldest continously inhabited castle in Scotland. However, we arrived in the carpark at the same time as an entire boat load of people wearing matching anoraks. We couldn't face both that and the deteriorating weather so went to the nearby pier instead to enjoy lunch and the view (which included their cruise ship).

With the rain setting in again, we decided on a side trip to Skye Weavers, a mere 10km up a single track road much frequented by Dutch campervans and unrestrained sheep.

On the way we passed a sign advertising the local craft fair every Tuesday in the community hall. Today was Tuesday (it took us a few moments to work that out) so to the Glendale Community Hall we went. A fair number of locals were displaying and selling their handicrafts and we were happy to support them in that and pick up a few souvenirs.

And then on to Skye Weavers, a few hundred metres away. Here we watched as the owner wove fine wool into scarves on an interesting cycle-powered loom. We were tempted by a number of items in the shop before settling on some cloth that will probably end up as a cushion cover.

From here we drove down the west coast of Skye in the general direction of the Fairy Pools. We stopped at Dun Baeg, a ruin, but a much older ruin than the mere 500yo castles we were now used to seeing. This ruin was around 2000yo and was a well preserved example of a Broch, an iron age round stone tower.

It was built on a hill with commanding views over the sea and surrounding mountains.

We were able to walk up and into the broch and admire the ancient workmanship.

The hill surrounding the broch is now a sheep farm and this provided Linda with more photo opportunities.

As we descended back down to the car on a slippery grass track, Linda's foot did indeed slip, twisting her knee as she did so. I helped her back to the car and we abandoned our plans to visit the Fairy Pools, instead returning to the chalet to allow her to rest her leg. Luckily, tomorrow is a travel day so it will be a couple of days before she needs to walk any distance.

Dinner was a great team effort. Our grocery supplies were down to soup, rice, onion, bacon and frozen peas so Linda invented a risotto recipe that included all those and called out instructions from the couch while I did the cooking. It was delicious.