But we’ll never know.
Well, they were hunting for dinosaurs. I knew quite well that it was dragons and not dinosaurs who had made their mark on Scottish soil once upon a time. But aside from knowing they were somewhere abouts Staffin, we didn’t know what we were looking for.
Okay, Lluvia knew. Once we were on the bus, she went up and asked the driver, “Excuse me, but how do you get to Dino Bay?”
Far from being baffled by her question, the driver immediately knew what we were talking about and advised us that it wasn’t Staffin we wanted, but a random little coastal area eight miles south of Staffin. So off we went.
Our driver gave us directions on how to find “Dino Bay” and away we went down the path. We were delighted to find the plaques with dinosaurs represented and information about their activities when they were here. Lluvia was especially ecstatic.
But we also wanted to go down to the shore. “Go down some stairs,” our driver had said.
After scrambling down a sheer cliff on a narrow, rocky little path that had no business claiming the lofty status of “stairs” we reached the rocky shore and proceeded to hunt for fossils.
It was beautiful and wild and empty and a lovely place to spend an afternoon. A whole afternoon – because the next bus wouldn’t come for us for another four hours. Oh, Skye, so beautiful and so difficult.
We still had a couple of hours to kill wandering around “absolute nowhere” so we decided to explore a field within view of the bus stop. We were under the shadow of our good friend, the Old Man, so we found a place to sit.
But eventually, our bus came and whisked us away back to Uig for another relaxing evening and, of course, a glorious sunset. And we will always be able to look back and remember the wonders and mysteries of Dino Bay.