It’s a rare occasion that a Northern Irish person will admit to bringing the weather with them, however I’m pleased to say I managed to bring the sun with me on my weekend jaunt to the Isle of Skye.
The road trip up there from the Cairngorms couldn’t have been more stunning, racing along with the sun sparkling off Loch Ness and through the Caledonian pines, it couldn’t have been more relaxing.
Having never been further north than Muir of Ord, I wasn’t really sure what to expect, but the sight that greeted me as we made our way across the Skye Bridge was quite simply breathtaking – like a mix of the rugged North Antrim coast and Norwegian Fjords, although still completely unique. I felt a little bit like I was home.
As usual I jammed as much into a very short space of time as I possibly could. Skye is perfect for my style of sightseeing, which I like to call drive-by sightseeing – everywhere is easily accessible yet it still feels like complete remoteness, with rarely another creature in sight.
We started our tour at the north of the island and stopped for the night in Staffin, waking up to the crashing waves of the North Sea, and with views of the Quiraing and the Old Man of Storr.
After filling up on a delicious cooked breakfast, and some of the freshest, tastiest fruit I have ever tasted, we got on the road again with first stop the Kilt Rock Waterfall – which is a Wow! Waterfall if ever I seen one, powering out over the sea cliffs, with the wind whistling a magical tune. Then on to Glen Brittle to have a wander around the Fairy Pools, before ramping it up a gear, and dashing along the road towards Loch Brittle, lacing up our walking boots and heading up towards Sron na Ciche.
Settling down to have lunch, with the sun high in the sky, the spine-tingling views over the Loch with the islands of Eigg, Rum and Canna in the hazy distance, and just a few deer for company, was quite simply priceless – I must have stumbled a million times during the descent, I just couldn’t peel my eyes away from it.
And then, after a swift pint of local brew in The Sligachan, we were homeward bound, I couldn’t keep myself from peering back towards the pink sky, dropping sun and dramatic Black and Red Cuillins as we edged further away from this other world.
Walking on Skye really is a magical experience, our Wilderness Walking trip to the Isle of Skye takes in most of these same sights, and a great deal more.