Wednesday, June 07, 2017

The road to the Isles

We have been away on holiday for a wee while - to the Outer Hebrides - and for once we were not ready to return home.  We could have stayed for at least another week.
We drove up to spend two nights in Scotland on the way to the ferry from Uig in Skye to Lochmaddy on North Uist, pausing during the day in between those two nights near Fort William.  The more active of us climbed up to take photographs of the Glenfinnan viaduct, while I was more than content to snap the Glenfinnan Monument on level ground.  It was a glorious day, even tho' snow still lay on the top of Ben Nevis.
We also stopped at Neptune's Staircase, a series of eight locks on the Caledonian Canal.  A camera attached to a drone would have been useful to capture more than a couple of locks, but it was fun watching one yacht moving through.  Indeed some folks had brought a picnic.
Now well into holiday mood, we stayed that night at a hotel in Invergarry, where we had enjoyed lunch on a couple of previous holidays.  After a good night's sleep we awoke to a change in the weather: mist was rolling down the hills, and tightening the view. 
But the great thing about Scotland is that she looks magnificent in all her clothing.  The mist in the distance simply allows the eye to spend more time on the clear clean details close by.  And colour.
We paused briefly here and there to take photographs/snaps - including the possibly, probably most photographed castle in Highland Scotland?: Eilean Donan, but wanted to make sure we were in time for the ferry, so did not dawdle.
Finally, that early evening with the light still shining we encountered the wind that would be with us for the rest of our visit to the outer isles - more, never less, ... no wonder our hosts here name their blog Gardening in a Gale! - and the view from our window on South Uist.  That's the Atlantic beyond the rocks, and then Nova Scotia beyond that. 


  1. It all looks wonderful, Olga. Glad you had a good time. I am ashamed to say that, I do not know Scotland. I went to Edinburgh for my first Women's Liberation Conference in the '70s and that's it. Shameful. It's been on my 'to do' list for years but I somehow have not managed it. I must rectify this.

    1. No need to feel any shame about not having been to Scotland. There are so many interesting places in this world, we cannot possibly visit them all. Even tho' I was born and educated in Scotland, I cannot say I know the place - hence our returning almost every year to explore.