We slept in *a little* this morning. Jer had to dress and move our car, which was in a no parking zone effective starting at 8am. We showered and dressed and went downstairs for our first Scottish breakfasts. Jer went traditional all the way: blood pudding, sausages, beans, fried egg (sunny side up), broiled tomato, toast and two rashers of bacon. I opted for the vegetarian version, which had veggie sausage and potato cakes instead of bacon. We checked out of our hotel, loaded up the car and wandered a little around Portree. The town is quaint and we were
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