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We meandered in convoy along the narrow single-track roads, which were deathly quiet at that time of the morning. I started to notice the most magnificent scenery – through which I had blindly blundered the night before.

As we headed to Kyle, on our right hand side, the azure waters of Loch Alsh as it opened into the Inner Sound, were dotted by small islands so typical of west coast scenery. Across Loch Alsh, I could see the shores of Skye, a name I had only ever seen written in childhood adventure books recounting the romantic and daring deeds of the 1745 Jacobite rebellion. In the distance the majestic mountains of the Cuillin Hills on Skye itself reared up, black, foreboding and ominous, with a seeming perpetual cloud system hovering over them.

Our procession snaked its way to the outskirts of Kyle, the old hands leading us down to the ferry slip where the cars towing boats, turned around and then reversed down the slip until the sterns of the two Zodiacs were almost at the water line. Handbrakes were applied, engines went off and the two boat drivers jumped out of their cars and deftly started stripping off lighting boards and securing straps, readying the boats for sea.