So, it might be 4 degrees and blowing a wind that demands two hats, thermals and a willingness to brave the elements, but once the first steps are taken it all begins to be very clear. Skye is the nearest to heaven I will find. Here we go then, telling the tale in pictures of the first two trips. Trip one took us to the bottom of a very good looking hill, the trail of which revealed mini waterfall one after the other, pooling into shallows where faeries are reputed to bathe. I did see the stone head of a beheaded giant, so perhaps faeries do make it up there too.
The following day we drove to the North of the Island on the trail of gold. Well a cave of gold actually, which we never did find, although we were placed exactly where we were supposed to be after following to the letter the directions in a walkers guide. It took us across land which was signed ‘Private, Keep Off’ in blood red letters, and down a very steep slope. It was worth it though, even without the gold.