Gone fishing

The running joke for the holiday (courtesy of Chris) is "I got a new job." An example goes something like this:

Person 1: I got a new job.
Person 2: What is it?
Person 1: I'm a dustman.
Person 2: How's that working out for you?
Person 1: It's rubbish!

The variations, it turns out, are endless.

The running request (courtesy of Andy) is "dad, when can we go fishing?" The opportunities for asking this are also endless. So we head down to the pier to try our luck.

Although we while away a few hours, we catch nothing but two pieces of seaweed and one piece of rope. And we take some words of wisdom from a bloke in a fishing boat who suggests there are better places to try.

As we head for home, fishless but happy, I'm struck again by the unreal view from the front garden.

In the evening, we head out to Portree for a meal and a heavy downpour.