After consulting the CalMac timetable, we realize that there is an alternative to Plan A. We decide to give Harris and Lewis a miss, as it's Sunday and the chances of getting any bodily sustenance today are slim to say the least, not to mention a serious mountain traverse followed by another 60 miles, so we take the Lochmaddy ferry to Uig on Skye. Unfortunately, this means retracing our last 12 miles from last night, but it's a small price to pay, as the CalMac breakfast is the perfect start to the day, and the much smaller vessel which crosses the Sound of Harris appears to have no cooking facilities. Liam's expression is once again a clear indicator of the status of the trip - with a black pudding, 2 rashers, and 2 sausages inside him, it's 8 o'clock and all's well.
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