We had a day to play on the Isle of Skye… there are undoubtedly many worse things to do with a Monday morning. Crossing the Skye Bridge in brilliant sunshine, we were certain of a lovely day’s exploration. Across the water, tantalising islands rose from the mist. Blue peaks gave us shy glimpses and there may have been squeaking from the driver’s seat.
Ten minutes later, as we pumped up the ever-deflating tyre yet again, the heavens opened. Serious clouds, heavy with rain, emptied themselves upon the landscape, filling countless streams to overflowing, nourishing the waterfalls and silvering the morning.
It didn’t matter… we had decided to drive first to the little ferry port of Uig so we could see how long it would take and know the way for our early start the next day. Meanwhile, we were keeping our eyes open for a bed and breakfast with a ‘vacancies’ sign as we had booked nowhere for the night. Somewhere close to Uig would be handy. Mind you, we were making slow progress, as every turn in the very twisty road opened new and magical vistas and, wherever possible, I wanted to stop and look. Overwhelmed by wild beauty, I didn’t think it could get much more magical… until the sea became a rainbow.
Had we not realised before that ‘stuff’ was afoot, we should have been left in no doubt at that point, but, with the curious blindness that descends when the land has things to teach, it would only be afterwards that we would see the patterns forming. For the most part, we wandered through the day oblivious, except to occasional small nudges that tugged at attention and made themselves felt.
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