The place we stayed at in Skye had a lovely selection of books. I found a book of illustrations by a local artist which really inspired me to create a piece (which I'm still working on...) There was also a book on Reykyavik which we enjoyed reading a few snippets from.
The day began with us driving through the town of Portree and onward to Kilt Rock.
The weather in Skye was quite daunting. The famous mist shrouded the Island. This was no ordinary trip. We were face to face with unspoiled terrains and breath-taking mountains. Truly adventurous experience. It felt as though we were the only two people in the whole island (though there were quite a few other tourists).
The majestic Kilt Rock. The platform from which this picture was taken was quite a terrifying one especially for me. It is situated right at the side of the cliff. If you bend over and look down, there is no extra ground at all. The wind was howling and there was a slight drizzle. I was holding on to an umbrella which was going to take me with it over the edge. The cliff drop was jaw-droppingly steep.
Closer look at the Kilt.
We had lunch in the car (I made some ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches- served us well and lots of fun-sized apples). Then it was off to the Quiraing, a collection of landslips.Click on the link to see some extra pictures of what I'm talking about. We did not know what we were getting into. The hubby is the best travelling partner. I would not want anyone else behind the wheel. We drove through misty mountains and right next to ominous peaks.
The pictures do not do justice to the height of these landslips. The road curves right around the bottom. We started to think we were not cut out for such adventure. Imagining getting lost amidst these terrains really freaked me out. Then, we saw a group of tourists dressed in weather-appropriate gear walking by the side of the road. That comforted us a little but we still decided not to go all the way up around a steep bend. It was like driving right up into Mount Sinai when the cloud of the Lord is bellowing.
The feeling one gets staring out onto this is indescribable.
Again, pictures do not do justice to the magnificent landscape. I'm just so proud of hubby that he navigated us safely through the Highlands and the rugged mountains.
After which, we made a brief stop at the museum of island life.
The next stop was the Fairy Glen. The entire time spent in Skye amidst the quiet mist and eerie winds, one definitely understands the stories of fairies and the mysterious feel associated with the Highlands. The lochan was eeriely calm.
The iconic Black-Faced Sheep.
Finished off the day with some very tasty Fish and Chips (a must for our travels)
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