The Scots watching the English, the English watching the Scots as it has been for centuries.
Back at Berwick upon Tweed tale had told how that city had changed from Scottish to English and then English to Scottish 13 times in 30 years.
Not that either could see much on the damp misty Stirling day.
In the highlands past Dalwhinnie the cloud lifted revealing the green rolling hills and small villages.
Gatehouses that mark the entrance to stately homes.
Still the homes of the clan chieftains.
The lochs opening up bigger and broader as the west coast of Scotland came closer and closer.
With grand castles standing on islets.
Across from Skye is the township of Kyle of Lochalsh.
A working port
End of the train line from Inverness and just o’er the sea from Skye.
In the middle of the working port
On the station at the end of the line.
There is a most beautiful seafood restaurant.
With a choice from delights such as langoustines, monkfish, sea bass
Beautiful sunset over the Loch at 11pm
And Skye still to be explored.