Autumn trip to

ISLE OF SKYE

ISLE OF SKYE

DAY 1

 

Making our way up through the island.

Vast, plain scenery.

Pointy rocks peeking out of the perfectly green rug.

 

Need to wee.

Always a problem.

 

Off the bus at Flodigarry.

It’s 12.30 pm.

Quick wee behind the bump will do.

 

Oops.

Car coming.

Quickly pulling a triple layer up and pretending to take photos.

 

1 pm

Let the adventure begin.

 

First hill feels painful.

Heavy backpack.

The sky is dark and the rain is not stopping any time soon.

Moving with the speed of a snail.

 

Sheep.

Slippery rocks.

Just us two.

Getting further away from anything,

And anyone.

 

Adjustment.

 

Accepting the seemingly horrible conditions.

And enjoying the green grass with shades of grey in my view.

Falling hail seems like someone is throwing rice in my face at the speed of a slamming door.

Every few seconds.

Feet sinking in mud.

Quick fall into a random ditch.

Of course.

The ditch only appears the second you look up.

 

Walking in a boggy grass.

Feel like a baby deer trying to stand up for the first time.

 

It’s 4.30pm.

It’s getting dark.

Actually.

Just darker.

 

Tent is up.

The only flat-ish spot around.

The choice was steeper,

or wetter.

 

We’re soaked.

I mean,

Everything.

 

Burgers for dinner.

Half cooked outside the tent,

Half inside.

 

The sound of rain and wind hitting the tent,

the thought of spending another 14 hours in the tent.

Depressing.

Frustrating.

 

Thoughts coming.

Would I swap for a busier trail and midges for longer days in summer?

 

Not sure.

 

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Day 2

 

The night went from a complete silence to wind and rain trying to take our tent away.

Sleeping on a slope meant sliding down,

Constantly.

Almost making a hole in the porch of the tent.

 

Getting up is slow.

Only one person can get changed at a time.

Not enough space.

 

It’s 10am.

Already feeling freezing cold.

And not yet started moving.

 

Finally the sun has arrived.

Hail too.

On and off.

Drier than yesterday though.

Yay.

 

Hiking with big rucksacks is a completely different experience.

Lower back and shoulders.

Ouch.

 

Walking sticks help.

I call the trip

‘BOGGY’.

 

You get used to it though.

 

A bit of water.

All the time.

In my shoes?

Lots.

 

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Little mouse.

Red stag.

Crows.

Birds of prey.

So much fun.

 

Gorgeous views.

 

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The aim was to get to the woods on the horizon.

To camp.

Two river crossings.

Jump

Third one?

Neck deep!

Strong current.

 

Woods we’re trying to get to.

300 m away.

 

Unreachable.

 

Following the river for 1.5 hours.

 

We’ll cross tomorrow.

 

Perfect spot for camping found.

Flat.

By the river.

 

Windy.

Always.

 

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Chicken Tikka.

Freeze dried.

Haggis.

Dinner.

Done.

 

Ham in the sandwiches gone off.

Oops.

Boiled eggs.

Stink.

Us two too.

Oops.

 

8pm.

Time to sleep.

I guess.

 

.

 

6 hour hike.

4 more hours of daylight.

Aim to get up early tomorrow.

Or earlier.

At least.

 

See you tomorrow, sun.

And wind.

 

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At night.

HAIL STORM.

 

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Day 3

 

Hail storm.

Good start for the day.

 

Getting up routine for under 2 hours.

Impossible.

 

Another half an hour walk.

River crossed.

Finally.

 

Bingo.

 

Sun.

Clouds.

Silence.

 

Lots of sheep bones too.

 

Final hill ascent.

Struggle.

 

And there he is.

The Old Man of Storr.

In all his beauty.

 

Well deserved.

Breathtaking view.

 

Tourists.

Lots.

 

Speed walk back to the car.

Drive to Portree.

 

Soup.

 

Another part of the trip planned.

Few more days out.

 

Drive south.

To Kilmarie.

 

Sunset views.

Car shuffle.

Sleeping in the car.

Just like old days in New Zealand.

 

Sometimes you choose less comfortable for more convenient.

 

Dinner cooked.

Inside the car.

No-one died.

Perfect.

 

 

Day 4

 

Time changed.

Woke up early.

Mesmerising sunrise.

Above the lake.

 

Breakfast.

Pack.

Early start.

 

8.30am.

Let’s go.

 

Bird of prey spotted.

Stag spotted.

 

Sun.

Lots, actually.

 

Met lovely Aussies on the way.

 

Beach.

No wind.

Unbelievable weather.

 

Are we still in Scotland?

 

River crossed.

Yay.

 

Cliff walk.

Breathtaking?

Yes.

Sketchy?

Yes.

Fun?

For sure!

 

Boat tours waving.

 

Another beach.

Little one.

Finally.

Walk to the mountains.

 

Oh wait.

The boat tours.

Lots of people.

Hiking around the lake.

 

Quick look around.

Let’s get away.

To find a campsite.

 

Another lake on the horizon.

Dry campsite.

Tent set up.

Tea ready.

Dinner cooked.

Eaten while watching the mountains.

Peace and quiet.

 

Perfect.

 

Good night.

 

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Wind picked up.

Trying to take us away again.

 

 

Day 5

 

Beautiful sunrise.

Shining light on the mountain tops.

 

Still windy.

 

Unfortunately.

Tea has to wait.

Quick start.

Managed to pack faster.

Quick ascent to get warm.

 

Tea.

Finally.

 

Walking through a valley.

 

Deer.

Lots of deer.

 

Back to the beach.

Bacon sandwich in a bothy.

Yum.

 

Chat with people from Yorkshire

with a dog.

 

Finished early.

Cup of tea.

And cake then.

Yum.

 

Sleeping in the car again.

Sunset.

Dinner.

Stars.

 

Happy.

And tired.

 

Night night.

 

 

Day 6

 

Gorgeous sunrise again.

Breakfast.

Done.

 

Road trip it is then.

Around the north part of Skye,

Squeezed in.

 

Very remote.

Fairy Glen.

Hobbiton?

Looks like it.

Ruins of an old castle.

 

Sunny day.

Scrambled eggs with bacon for lunch.

 

Let’s go home.

To have a shower.

Haha.

 

Needed.

 

THANK YOU SKYE.

With Love

V

 

veronika