Day Sixteen - Isle of Skye

We take the option of a scenic tour around the Isle of Skye and are lucky to see several hairy cows and one little deer. Our guide is a lovely Scottish lady dressed smartly in a green tartan dress coat buttoned up to her collar. She is one of the 8000 residents of the island and speaks Gaelic also. She says some of the schools on the island are now teaching in Gaelic only so this is a wonderful resurgence of the native lanugage. She says it was her parents' mother tongue but it was discouraged when she was growing up.
We are disappointed that we only have one brief night on the Isle, arriving quite late and having to leave early next morning. The scenery is spectacular, a photographer's dream, but we seem to be on such a tight schedule.
We stop at Eilean Donan Castle and listen to a lone bag-piper dressed in his tartan kilt. He stands in a picturesque spot by the water's edge in view of the castle. Most tourists are taking photos, and we too. It is a gorgeous scene.

At present we are stuck behind a procession of three huge wings of a wind tower escorted by three escort security vehicles with flashing yellow lights. They have been making slow progress winding around tight bends in this area of the Scottish Highlands. I'm taking photos of the huge blades going round the corners but now we have come to a complete standstill. There's no mobile phone access here. One motor cyclist stops ahead of us throws a drone into the air to get a better view of what is going on. Peter has begun a documentary program on the coach screen overhead of the Titanic and other sea-going ships. Called One Hundred years of British Ships, not so well spliced together. So that's showing now, to entertain passengers. Now he's heading out to ask what's going to happen. Not much information, just bide our time.
There must be dozens of vehicles behind us, yet the police are only allowing the on-coming traffic to pass. Many vehicles and

passengers are stopped and waiting on the side of the road. After several hours of slow moving, Peter takes it into his own hands and goes off to announce that we have three diabetics on board and need to get to a food stop very shortly.
Yes, that did the trick! Now we're on our way. Yeah! Or should I say Aye!
We stop and view Culloden battlefield where the Jacobites tried to sneak up the mountain to attack several centuries ago and there was a bloody battle where hundreds were killed. Bonnie Prince Charlie was defeated by the Redcoats, ending his hopes of Kingship.
We stay at The Highlander Motel in Culloden where there is an interesting three-course dinner. I have what they call a Nut Roast gf which is like a vegetarian meatloaf. It is delicious.
In this motel, there are several little dogs roaming around, in the office area mainly. It appears that several employees bring their pooches to work.
There is an after-dinner show of Scottish music and singing and we sit in the lounge room with other guests. It is mainly a one-man show with a guy and his accordion.