Today was all about the seals.
It started with a boat trip to get to another side of Skye, to go for a walk around the Cuillins. We started our boat journey with a team of very hardcore hikers, who were carrying such hardcore things as rope and head torches.
They got off about the boat before us, on a particularly rocky piece of land. Which means – to their eternal regret I’m sure – they missed Seal Island.
This is a piece of rock in the middle of the sea where seals like to lie. A lot of them, and all at once.
Such a sweetheart.
This is pregnant seal season (pups due to be born late June), so there were a lot of heavily pregnant seals around, emulating slugs and looking vaguely curious at our arrival.
All too soon, our jaunt around Seal Island was over and we were deposited on the rocks. From here, we started our journey traipsing the Black Cuillins, around Loch Coruisk.
It wasn’t raining, but there was a lot of cloud cover making it slightly gloomy. On a high from our seal sightings though, I didn’t particularly notice.
Quite cool geological feature here – these rocks (as all the Black Cuillins) are made of black granite; sometime after they were formed, magma exploited a crack/weakness in the rock which forced it apart. I couldn’t believe how straight the lines were – I’ve never known nature to be so precise.
Can quite clearly see the path the molten rock took. Remarkable.
The terrain wasn’t particularly smooth; it was boggy in some areas and we had to clamber over a lot of rocks. But we had the place (almost) to ourselves, which was nice. It felt peaceful.
My Dad, looking at a rock.
So Lord of the Rings.
These are water marks, made on the rock from hard water which has run over them. The calcium has built up, making white marks over the surface in the shape of a stream.
I love this photo. I’d have chosen it for the cover photo, if that wasn’t obviously going to one of seals.
It was a beautiful walk – perhaps all the more so for being grey and misty.
Our boat trip back took us around Seal Island again – at low tide, more of the land (and seals) were exposed. Just adorable.
I love that this last one is looking at his reflection. I wonder what he sees, if anything.
Our afternoon’s jaunt involved another boat, naturally.
We set off from Kyleakin, a charming village on the South-East of Skye.
We saw birds…
… and a land mass, which when we turned the corner…
…had more seals on it! We’d found another Seal Island!
Just look at them.
And so many of them – lounging around.
I wanted to take this one home.
And this one.
They can live in my bathtub, and I can let them have outings in the quarry.
We also passed a shipwrecked boat from WWII – HMS Port Napier. It’s delightfully rustic and barnacled, but I missed the seals.
Kyleakin also hosts Castle Moil, the remains of a 10th century castle which was pretty heavily bombed during the world wars.