At dawn next morning we left this wild bay, not without regret, though Dick declared that he felt much happier when he was once more on the open sea.  We then sailed along the western coast of Skye, looking into many other places (which, if not so wild and grand, were highly picturesque), until we reached Dunvegan Loch; and making our way amid several small islands, we came to an anchor a short distance from the castle, and took to the boat.  The castle stands on a rock projecting into the water, protected by a stream on one side and a moat on the other, and before conical shot were invented must have been a very strong place.  Though it retains much of its ancient and imposing appearance, it is still in perfect repair, and is of great extent.  It belongs to Macleod of Macleod, whose father and grandfather expended large sums in making it one of the most comfortable residences in the Western Highlands.  On the side next the sea is a low wall, pierced with embrasures, while a handsome centre building is also surmounted by battlements.  There are two towers, one of which the steward, who politely showed us over the castle, said was built in the ninth century, and the other was added in the thirteenth.  Doctor Johnson paid this castle a visit, and was hospitably received by the laird.