Full description and map of the route here on walkhighlands
A lucky thirteen of us met in Broadford and packed into three cars: just as well we only took three as parking was difficult at Elgol - the woman at the café by the village hall had her hands full, chasing off people who were parking too close to her outside tables - then walked down the hill to the jetty and the start of the walk to Prince Charlie's Cave (the Young Pretender, not the modern one) where he escaped after the catastrophe of Culloden ... whose anniversary happened to be yesterday.
A bit hazy but stunning views northwards to the Black Cuillins.
CH (who has apparently climbed every one of the peaks) says the spiky bits farthest away on the left are the location for Danny Macaskill's great film.
Erosion in progress - how long before this bridge is eaten away, cutting off the little headland?
Found our way onto the right bit of shoreline,
then had to figure out which was the right cave - there were several vaguely possible to pick from - eventually settling for this one.
Alas, no royal graffiti or barrels of French brandy - or at least none that those intrepid enough to clamber up to look inside would admit to.
Back along the shore to the bay for our well-earned lunch, after which LT produced the most delicious Black Forest cake that her neighbour had baked for her (L's) birthday yesterday. Even more impressive, it had arrived intact in her rucksack - and she had even brought napkins!
Some then took the high road ...
... and others, the low road,
... pausing at intervals to admire the views (and catch their breath, of course).
It really was a bit too warm - or, rather, some of us (i.e. me!) were over-dressed - but this is surely taking things a bit too far in mid-April.
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