Things have been a bit fraught these last weeks so yesterday I went online and booked me a hotel in Skye.
Here is the bridge, but I wasn't walking over it today. Muncle gym star has become a toad, and the weather was appalling. I was driving up through grey murk so solid that I could not tell what was spray coming up from the road, and what was downpour from the wet fog hanging over the world.
It was bad. But I am in the hotel room now, heading for a bath, and then I am not moving from the bed until morning.
And at least I can still do that drive!