Knoydart is not really an island but it is accessible only by boat:
First one takes a train from Fort William—assuming one is in Fort William—to Mallaig, where, it turns out, there is a very good tea room, and more important, a store that sells gloves, which are supposed to be waterproof. I hope we don't have to test them out, but they are in the pack, just in case.
Then one catches a ferry or a small boat, depending on your destination, but don't think that tickets for both are sold in the same place; they are not. But such is the smallness of the town that one can run hither and yon seeking out the tickets one needs and not miss the boat, which, fortunately is timed to meet the train.
The peninsula is home to less than one hundred people, who have a long tradition, it seems, of zealously guarding their land:
Actually, they didn't have to fear foreign invaders so much because they were so awful to each other, that they killed each other off without any outside help.
I almost forgot; the quiz:
Another natural wonder, the bark of a cedar tree:
Isn't that such a great photo?
Rhododendrons grow like crazy here:
The people of Knoydart do art:
The "island" has gorgeous walking trails. We had only a couple of hours to sample one. That was sad-making until it started to rain. We took refuge in the local pub where the food is surprisingly delicious. It may be about the only business on the island.
Once, this building was probably a church; now it is some lucky dude's house:
Three times a week, the mail is delivered:
So many wonderful views:
Back to Mallaig where we were greeted by this proud fellow:
The little port has its odd characters, that is for sure:
The train goes over the Glenfinnan Aqueduct made especially famous in the Harry Potter movies:
Not the answer you were expecting!
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