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Today started so well. Nice breakfast, nice early start, and nice weather — amazing considering the rain and gales last night. A brief trip back to the Kylerhea ferry and I was ready to start the route from Glenelg to Gruinard Bay. At last, the time had come. :)

Coming over the pass to Loch Duich, the view was even more stunning than yesterday. I knew I had little time to stop and stare (had to be back home by Friday and I was still heading North), so I pressed on to Eilean Donan Castle and beyond, to Plockton. Realising that photo opportunities inside the village were few and far between (it’s more picturesque when seen from a distance), I made a hasty exit. Rather too hasty, as it turned out...

*CRUNCH*

With a sickening deceleration and the sound of shattering plastic, my reversing — and my holiday — came to an abrupt halt. I simply can’t put into words the anguish I felt upon confirmation of my fender bender. In fact, I don’t even want to try. Suffice it to say that I knew there and then that I had to get home and as soon as possible. Screw the rest of the drive. I was in no mood for anything other than finding a bodyshop to repair the damage. Roughly 7 hours later, I was home.

Tomorrow, I’ll clean the car’s wounds and get myself some repair quotes. Right now, though, all I want is a very stiff drink.

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