We did a western Skye road trip in mostly bright sunshine and a glorious nine degrees. Luxury.
The Wild Dog Stream which makes the Fairy Pools comes down from the snow-capped Cuillan Mountains through a great glacier-cut valley. In cutting through the moraine it has created a spectacular series of rapids, pools and waterfalls.
It was a glorious walk. A few brave souls were swimming but not us. That water is melted snow.
As we drove away the Cuillans looked particularly impressive.
Our next destination was Neist Point. It requires great concentration to drive in these areas of single lane roads but we nearly made it. Then, coming up hill with only a mile to go, we saw people ahead frantically waving their arms at the traffic in both directions. A Frenchman had moved over too far and his car wheels were in the ditch. He wasn't bogged. The chassis was grounded against the road edge. A concerted international effort managed to lift and pull it free and back on to the road. Meanwhile, Lyn was doing traffic duty. Then came the puzzle of manoeuvring the car backwards to a place of safety and unclogging the single lane road now well jammed with cars. All this was achieved with considerable good will and humour. Lyn said the owner of the nearest house said that in Summer this sort of thing happens every couple of weeks.
At Neist Point the cliffs were high and black and the paths out to the lighthouse were steep. Lyn decided to walk nearby while I headed out to the lighthouse.
The area is spectacular and it was clear enough to see the Outer Hebrides over the water. I was very impressed by the areas death-defying sheep.
By this time we were ready the head home. Thirty odd slow miles dodging cars, potholes and sheep saw us safely back in Pennifiler. This is our view from the porch.
No comments:
Post a Comment