Over the Sea to Skye

While Orkney is mysterious, the Isle of Skye is magical. The day after our visit to Orkney, we left Wick for Thurso and looped around the top and western portion of mainland Scotland. This is a very remote area with single-track roads and small pockets of population here and there. It is very mountainous and the scenery is gorgeous.

Our morning break was at Smoo Cave. The way to the cave itself was very slippery because of the rain that had been falling in that area earlier that morning. I went close enough to take a photo, then hiked my way back up to where I could get a hot chocolate. Tommie wanted to get closer. So, after I was already at the counter ordering the hot chocolate, Tommie slipped and fell on the wet rocks, grass and mud, cutting her arm and face, bruising her arm and shoulder, and breaking the lens she had on her camera. She was fortunate she didn’t get hurt worse. I had managed to wrench my shoulder the day before, so we were quite a pair.

I always have a first aid kit with me when I travel, so we patched her up before continuing on our way to the small fishing village of Ullapool for lunch. With a population of only 1,500, Ullapool is the largest town in that part of Scotland. Nestled in the mountains next to the Atlantic Ocean, it is also very picturesque.

Our afternoon break was at Loch Carron. The village of Plockton sits at the mouth of the sea loch. Its weather is affected by the Gulf Stream, so the winters are mild and the summers temperate. It also has palm trees. It was the setting for a Scottish television series called “Hamish Macbeth” which starred Robert Carlisle as the title character – the town police officer.

On the Isle of Skye, our hotel was in the village of Broadford on a bay to the Atlantic. The room Tommie and I shared was on the side overlooking the bay, so we had great views. We had some free time between when we arrived and dinner, so I went for a walk. Poor Tommie was in need of some ice from her earlier injuries. When I got back from my walk, we had a couple of tasty adult beverages before our delicious 3-course dinner at the hotel.

The next day, we headed up to Dunvegan Castle at the northern end of the island. On the way, we stopped off for photos at the Red Cuillins and the Black Cuillins. These are rocky mountain ranges not far from Broadford. They remain a wild area mainly because the ground is not good for either farming or grazing. The rocky crags make these mountains quite beautiful.

We also passed the Talisker distillery. We tried to get John to turn in, but he wasn’t having it. Talisker is a very peaty Scotch whiskey loved by those who appreciate its smoky flavor.

Built on a rocky promontory overlooking a sea loch, Dunvegan Castle has been the home of the MacLeod family for over 800 years. They too did not allow interior photography. But they did allow us to wander the castle on our own. We weren’t too terribly restricted as to where we could go either. I loved that as we could see parts of the castle that tourists don’t necessarily always see, such as the kitchens and servant areas.

One of the treasures at the castle is the Fairy Flag. Legend has it that this flag was given to the Clan MacLeod by fairies and is said to possess magical powers. When I was there, it was framed on the wall. It looks very, very old, tattered and fragile. It is said to be made of silk woven in the Middle East, possibly in Syria or on the island of Rhodes. Skye is known for fairies, with fairy pools, fairy bridges and fairy hills. But then, remember, Skye is also home to the Talisker Scotch whiskey distillery.

After exploring the interior of the castle, I went outside to see the castle’s sea gate and the gun court. Ships could sail directly to the castle on the sea loch from the Atlantic. The numerous cannons on the gun court were able to protect the castle in case the ships approaching it weren’t of a friendly nature. The grounds of the castle had gardens, streams, cottages, and even a loo (restroom) that was in the form of a miniature castle.

When we left Dunvegan, we stopped off at Portree for a lunch break. Portree is roughly in the center of Skye and is the largest town on the island. Portree was also the site of the last meeting of Flora MacDonald and Bonnie Prince Charlie before the prince left Skye, ultimately for France. Flora was arrested and imprisoned in the Tower of London for her part in his escape. She was set free after about a year and went on to live quite an interesting life.

Originally built by the MacKenzie clan in the 13^th century, Eilean Donan sits on a tiny island at the intersection of three lochs. The castle was destroyed in 1719 by cannon fire from several ships and lay abandoned for two hundred years until it was purchased and restored. We had a late afternoon tour of the tower keep of the castle, which isn’t terribly large, but is really cool. It is what a medieval castle should be with very thick, stone walls, a large, barrel-vaulted, low-ceilinged stone room on the lowest floor and lots of atmosphere.

At the time that the castle was destroyed, it was occupied by Spanish troops, many of whom were killed during the bombardment. As a result, much of the castle is supposedly haunted. Where the ghosts are seen was pointed out to us as part of the tour. Once again, however, we could not take photos inside the castle, but we could take photos outside on the castle ramparts.

After our visit to the castle, we went to a pub in the nearby town of Dornie. I tried some Eilean Donan Ale while we listened to a piper who had been hired to play for our group. I know that bagpipes are something that people either love or hate with little in-between. They have some very fine pipers in Scotland who can coax some very sweet sounds out of their instruments. In case you haven’t guessed, I’m one of those people who love bagpipes. I even purchased a chanter (the actual pipe part, without the bag) several years ago to try to learn how to play them. My short little fingers didn’t work too well with it. Not much success.

Not sure what got into John, but he decided that our driver, Alistair, could take us and our full-sized tour coach up a nearby mountain on a very narrow, single-track road. Single-track roads can be an adventure on flat terrain, but on a mountain you could be taking your life in your hands. It seemed to me that Alistair was of a mind to boot John off of the mountain once we finally reached the viewpoint John wanted us to experience.

We did have to do quite a bit of maneuvering to get around one specific wall of rock. We were also very close to the edge of the road at a couple of points. But that particular tour company doesn’t take chances with their customers, so it was just a way to give us a bit of an adventure without putting us in any real danger. We did have some spectacular views from up there. We came down the mountain on the other side, encountering Shetland ponies and even some wild boar on the way. The photo I have included here of a wild boar looks like he is charging the tour coach. Back at the hotel, I tried some Drambuie, which originated in Broadford from a recipe given to one of the clan families by Bonnie Prince Charlie.

The following day, we visited Armadale before boarding the ferry to Mallaig. We took in the Clan Donald Museum of the Isles and explored the castle ruins and lush gardens of Armadale. On the way from Mallaig to Glenfinnan, we stopped to watch the train that is used in the Harry Potter films as the Hogwarts Express as it went by. It obligingly blew its whistle as it chugged on by with steam billowing from its smokestack. Since I was using my video camera to capture all of that, I didn’t get a photo of it. So I use here, someone else’s photo.

Soon we boarded another ferry to the Island of Mull. Our time on Skye was one of fairies and ferries.