It has been a busy week of researching, writing, and scurrying around Edinburgh in a frenzy of errands. But I am finally finishing my Isle of Skye posts! Yay! I like checking things off lists.
My last day on Skye dawned sunny and bright, just like every other day on Skye. Really, I don’t think I can ever go back. Skye will always been that bright, warm island where magical things happened. I’m not sure it will be like that if I go again.
We weren’t interested in much hardcore hiking, so we asked the tourist info people if there was a nice, nearby walk. “Oh, sure,” said they. “Just up the road!”
We had plenty of time to linger on the cliffs. Much of that time, we spent quoting from the Andrews/Seymour version of The Scarlet Pimpernel, which I had just introduced my traveling companions to the night before.
When we finally decided to return to the town, we learned that it’s possible to get lost even in the most open, seemingly clear places. The path just ended and we found ourselves scrambling through mushy, brushy landscape in a frustrating attempt to rediscover the trail that would take us downwards again.
It was definitely an adventure, but not our favorite one.