I met two hitchhikers while I was driving to Skye, one I nicknamed Fox due to the fact that he was clever and sly. I made a deal with them. As I was to give them a ride to the Isle, I would exchange my caravan and car services for food and gas. They agreed and we became friends instantly. For a week I ate like a king. They fished every night, and we explored the isle every day. It was a good exchange.