Scotland :: Skye 2002

bridge.JPGChristmas 2002: Isle of Skye

Christmas Day, 2002, in Portree, Isle of Skye. It rained most of the day, in a dreary sort of way, but then, just for an instant, the sun came out and turned the town into colour.

Even the secret location of the leprechaun gold was revealled, clearly stolen by the Bank of Scotland

The boats in the harbour at Portree looked cold and forlorn in the winter weather, and although it felt like every pub in the street should be full of people escaping the cold, everything was closed for the holiday season and rather quiet.

The scenery was amazing, these pictures of the coast difficult to capture in low light, but utterly captivating.
We travelled on tiny roads around the perimeter of the island reaching ruins, fairy bridges, and the notorious ruins of old castles.

Perhaps the most moving was the graveyards, where hundreds of family and clan members had been laid to rest before the depopulation of most of the islands.

These sheep thrilled us, so calmly wandering across the already too narrow roads as Cory drove race-car style and I got felt vaguely car-sick.

We spent one night at a tiny 6 room inn in Stein, the building itself over 400 years old but in better shape than its neighbour. This was the night when we met Neal the vet.
And I drank far too much whiskey and wine leaving me slightly worse for wear the next day.

Skye is beautiful, both traditional and welcoming, and in the off season, empty of tourists except ourselves.