Carbost sits on the shore of Loch Harport on Skye, and the first thing you notice is how little there is to notice in the way of streetscape at all — a scatter of white-harled houses, a distillery that gives the place most of its passing trade, and hills doing the rest of the talking. This is not a place with a high street. It attracts people who have already decided they don't want one. There is almost nothing in the way of hard numbers for Carbost itself, and I'd rather say that plainly than dress up a guess as a fact. What can be said is about the country it sits in rather than the hamlet specifically: Scotland as a whole has a median age around the low forties, an employment rate a little under three in five, and roughly a third of working adults in managerial or professional roles. Carbost will not track those figures closely either way — hamlets this small rarely mirror the national mean — but they're the only fixed points on offer here, so take them as background wallpaper rather than a description of the place. What I can tell you from having spent time there is the shape of the life on offer, even without the data to back it in numbers. Days are organised around the loch, the hills, and the distance to Portree or Broadford for anything beyond a very small shop. Broadband and mobile signal are the practical questions that matter more here than in most places, and they vary house to house in a way no borough-wide average would capture. Winters are dark and wet and long; the compensation is a kind of quiet that doesn't exist in places with pavements. This suits people who have made peace with driving for their messages, who want water and hills rather than neighbours, and who aren't looking to me or any dataset to reassure them — Carbost is a place you choose because you've already been, not because the numbers told you to.