In the Land of Faeries
A drive around the Isle of Skye will reveal it is a place with mysterious tales of times past. Though it was named after the Old Norse word for “cloud,” Gaelic remains the common spoken language of the Isle and those who speak it have come to call their home Eilean a’ Cheo, “The Misty Island.” The bare and bony promontories of Skye fringe a deeply indented coastline and create one of the most beautiful profiles I have ever seen at sunset. The Cuillin ridge containing the Red and Black Hills, whose jagged peaks dominate the island during clear weather, is often hidden from view by the fog. From the quaint harbor of Portree where traditional folk music enlivens the pubs to the faces of the mysterious pointed rock formations of the The Storr, Skye can only be described as magical.
Here follows a picture blog of my journey to the island.
On the long drive to Skye we stopped to catch a glimpse of the beautiful glen at Queen’s View
Mist snaked in and out of the trees at the top of the hills at Queen’s View
On the way to Skye; every drive is a scenic drive in Scotland’s Highlands
The misty profile of the island’s many peaks
The beginning of our hike to the top of The Storr
The rewarding view of the Inner Hebrides at the top of The Storr
Ships resting on the bay of Portree
The Red Hills of the Cuillin ridge
The Black Hills of the Cuillin ridge. Below these hills runs the Faerie Stream; legend goes that if you dip your face into its waters you will retain the features of your youth forever
A town on the other side of the Skye Bridge
The blooms of a tree near Saucy Mary’s pub; Caisteal Maol’s ruins can be seen in the background
A view of Skye’s hills from the high reaches of Castle Maol
The open road ahead of us as we drove back to Edinburgh