Skye (the rest of it)

My only excuse for the long delays is that it takes effort to be this witty.

Really.

So, post-Dunvegan, we drove east and then north to follow the coast of the Trotternish peninsula. First stop was the Skye Museum of Island Life: seven old-fashioned thatch cottages, each built and furnished to represent an aspect of life for the people of Skye.

Yet again, no pictures inside, I'm afraid. Was very interesting, though: each cottage had a different theme: among the ones I remember were a kitchen and bedroom, a smithy, a weaver's cottage, a barn, and a ceilidh house. Each was furnished and filled with tools and items that would have been in use through different eras.

There were also wax dummies. Some of them were slightly menacing.

This one, I do remember, was the ceilidh house. It had a number of historical documents and photographs chronicling the history of Skye, as well as more wax dummies and their instruments.

It also had a hot soup machine.

Not very historical, that bit.

And more obligatory coast shots.

C'mon, it's a pretty coast.

I'm not sure Mom liked the driving as much as I did; that was just about my favourite part, because I got to sit back and watch all the pretty scenery (and occasionally clamour to stop and take pictures) without any effort on my part.

All holidays should work like that.

Unfortunately, I don't seem to have any pictures of the road here. It was one heck of a road. I have complained aforetimes, remember, of the quality of the roads in the Highlands and on Skye, and the lack of actual road-qualities thereof. This one was just plain fun: same kind of road, yes, but by far and above the steepest I'd ever met. I think. To my memory, anyway.









The destination of said road was the Quiraing: a landslip with some extraordinarily unique formations. After we drove up the tiny steep road (I found it fun; I doubt Mom did), we came to a nice flat space to park and wander off. Naturally, we did.

I'm going to let the pictures speak for themselves, here.

If you're not very good at interpreting photographs, though, I'll translate for you:

Pretty.

Unfortunately, it was getting late into the afternoon by this time and fairly chill to boot, so we couldn't follow the path all the way up to the Quiraing bits. Still, was a lovely walk, and the play of light and shadow across the landscape was fun to watch, even if my photography skills weren't up to the task of recording it.









Speaking of which, we were trotting along this lovely little path, me snapping away with my little digital camera, and we came across a gentleman with a real camera. If he wasn't a professional, he came awfully close. That was quite a piece of equipment.

My camera got embarrassed and hid for a while after that. Poor camera.

This is the path we followed. It was very narrow, but really quite comfortable. No real fear of falling. I had a great deal of fun jumping over the clefts and rocks and puddles in the way.

Nobody should ever have to grow up.

After the Quiraing, we still had quite a way to travel before we returned to the hostel: complete the coastline of the Trotternish, and then pass through Portree (that's where the ten percent of reasonable road was, in case you wondered), and then... actually, I don't know how we got back to Glenbrittle. We just did, okay?

Anyway, on the way, we made one last stop: Kilt Rock and Mealt Falls.

Again, the day was passing on, so we didn't have too much time, but there was quite enough for me to go camera-happy again (my camera had since recovered from its sudden attack of inferiority on the Quiraing path).

I don't have much to say here, really: there was a path, but it was mostly flooded, so we only wandered along the (very long) pre-path parking area stuffs. Pretty, pretty rocks, though, and, for once, a real waterfall.

And that's that.

I'm on Easter break right now. Started it off by going to Loch Ness and spending four full days there, all by myself. Aren't you proud of me?

I'll have to stick that up here eventually, but as there are 543 unsorted pictures, that will definitely take a while.

Hey, there are even a few of me in there. Isn't that neat?

Back to essays tomorrow. (Actually, the next day, because I'm a terrible person: that leaves me exactly a week to finish it. Wonderful.)

Cheers.