Day 85. Mallaig. I had heard how lovely Plockton is and was convinced it would be all hype but it really is a delightful place nestling in a lush wooded valley with a sheltered bay lined with traditional whitewashed cottages, if even has a railway station and a great many b+bs.
Bathed in sunlight it reminded me some Greek fishing villages I have been to (but without the blistering heat). I think I would like to return here one day and explore more thoroughly perhaps at the same time I complete some unfinished business with Beinn Eighe.
I cycled through Kyle of Lochalsh across the Skye bridge and down the Sleat to catch the ferry from Ardvasor to Mallaig. A glorious ride on a beautiful day, everywhere you look is a stunning view.
I camped on the beach at Morar and am now back in Mallaig waiting for the ferry to Rum.
Good day.

Pics of Beinn Eighe and Plockton.