Skye is someplace magical; I posted a lot of photos when I visited in May, so the following are only the most illustrative.
Like this one – we were lucky enough to have incredible weather this weekend, and this – the view from Dad’s house – was typical of our daily vista.
We spent most of our time here – a lovely room with a wall of glass, looking out onto the sea.
…and played a lot of games.
It was a beautiful weekend.
Dad had thoughtfully planned an excursion for us – a boat trip from Elgol to the Isle of Canna. This was our starting point, Elgol.
This day was something special. Skye was almost tropical.
My sister – the lone wanderer.
This is my Dad’s photo – he was annoyed at me, because he was trying to take a candid photo from the pier, and I kept ruining it by looking at him and smiling. Honestly.
It was a three-hour boat trip on a rib (with an hour for touring Canna), so we suited up in our waterproof gear.
Aren’t we attractive.
Soon we were zooming off into the sea. Our guide took us round the islands, and told us stories of their history and current occupation. My favourite was Isle of Eigg – owned by Lairds for years, the 40 or so inhabitants clubbed together to buy the island collectively. They’re also generate almost all of their energy via renewable sources.
We saw porpoises!
Unfortunately, that was all the marine life we saw.
But we didn’t mind.
Interlocking basalt columns – very distinct ridges. Naturally, my Dad pointed this out (and took the photo).
Jellyfish! That water – it was so green.
Isle of Canna – it was low tide, and very beautiful.
Stopping for a cuppa in Canna.
And on the move again – some kind of sea bird. Fairly majestic.
I just love it when they pop their head out of the water.
Our guide told us something interesting about them, actually – we approached the seals side on, with the length of the rib against the rocks they were lying on. If we had approached straight on, they would have left – as the image in the water is reminiscent of orcas, so they’re hardwired to run. Interesting stuff.
Another interesting stop – a £3m boat that had crashed on the coast over ten years ago. No-one was harmed, due to the bravery of the air support who rescued all 16 crew members. She was awarded a medal of bravery.
The captain was found at fault, so the company lost their asset and had to pay a fine. There are valuable parts still on/attached to the boat, but their value is less than the cost of removing it – so it stays. There’s some question over its current ownership; it appears to be up for grabs. It’s not doing any harm at the moment, and maybe in another ten years it’ll slip down to the bottom. Should be interesting to find out.
It was a really great boat trip. We had the most perfect weather, and everything was just so beautiful. We did a couple of loops coming back in; the rib was going fast, and it was fun bouncing over the sparkling water. Good times.
Afterwards, we retreated back to the house for games, and other walks. The time passed too quick.
Mum, doing her morning yoga with Wilson. He’s helping, in some way. Darcy was assisting too, but she got tired and fell asleep instead. She does that.
Our last morning in Skye had the worst weather of the trip; might as well be the last one. I got up early to go on a wild & windy walk along the shore. I asked Alison to go with me, but she hated it so left quite soon. I quite like inclement weather. There’s something so elemental about the wildness.
Different style to my others, but I still think it’s beautiful.
Last photos of the trip…
Holding the dogs, naturally.
An amazing holiday. To be remembered.