Continuing with the adventures I had in Scotland this fall… here’s how we got to Skye.
After staying at the house-hotel at Glenfinnan, we walked up a winding, paved path under the huge viaducts which were made famous by the Hary Potter movies. They are a marvel of engineering, truly a spectacle to behold. Sadly, it was a Saturday morning, so the “Harry Potter Train” wasn’t running.
Nevertheless, getting a wide-angle view of the massive bridge stretching across the valley was incredible.
Then we walked down the road for a few minutes and took a gander at the windy loch and the Bonny Prince Charlie monument.
And all that before 10 in the morning.
We drove fairly aimlessly before aiming for the ferry at Mallaig. Even so, we got there well-before our ferry was due to leave. But we were creeping in on the very edge of off-season, so the ferry attendant waved us into a queue and there we were… on our way to Skye.
I grabbed a sweet with coffee from the ferry cafe and we just put our feet up for the few minutes it took to get from Mallaig to Armadale. The waters churned beneath us, the boat rocked to and fro, and the rain drizzled down. It was Scotland.
I had fond memories of Skye from our visit to Scotland in 2012. On that trip, we walked the Quiraing range, stayed in a magical B&B, and then ferried down to Mull. And it felt entirely too short.
So this time around, I scheduled us to stay at a self-catered cottage for two days, giving us what I hoped would be plenty of time to tour the island and see more of it. We didn’t have quite enough time to shop for groceries, so we just headed out for pizza and then went straight to bed.
But we were on Skye – the winged isle. The place where faeries dance. And we had a lot of adventuring left to do.
Image from IsleofSkye.com