Go, travel many roads on many islands in a lifetime, yet the 14.2 miles that lay from Broadford to Elgol will be etched in your minds eye forever. The road gave a rest for weary heads, waking eyes and running falls. Forgotten gravestones are playgrounds for sheep. Moss breaks the bitten grass and clings to rocks amidst the sound of running water. Salt lochs eb and swell twice a day, jostling the moored boats that smell the Ocean, lying protected from its prowess. Freshwater slides silently across the surface of the dense saline expanse, hands painful from the plunge. The tarmac curves bringing back into sight of were you came, a moment of recollection for a first time wanderer……….