The visibility was holding beautifully – this Island can be shrouded in mist for the whole of a weeks stay, but our luck was in. In March you’re never without a few layers to keep out the wind, which is uncompromising, but not to have had the waterproof trousers on is a real bonus. To know Skye is to fall in love with Skye, and like all good relationships , it just keeps on giving. On this day we saw a sea eagle in flight, a burnt out volcano and messed about in a little corner we had never yet seen which appeared to have been the burial grounds of giants. You will see what I mean from the photos. I was seeing giants everywhere, so what with faery pools yesterday and these petrified beings today, it’s no stretch to realise we are in the land of myth and magic.
Here’s my head of a giant
My giants lying together in their final resting place
- Just a great view
- panorama of the spit of land we were walking.
moving in time 