Isle of Skye – deep in the Highlands.

Slow going and breakfast about 9AM, since we have a “no agenda” day.  It’s going to be sunny and 60 today; great for hiking and exploring a bit of the Isle of Skye.  Then, we schedule our 1st massage in Scotland. Anita is great, but she’s no Cindy Powers (OK, Cindy, your reputation is safe with us).

Hiking down the road from the hotel looks like a good bet.  There is nothing but beautiful country surrounding us for thousands of acres; perhaps hundreds of miles here in the Highlands.  There’s a mountain range out the window and around the side of the hotel…feels like Switzerland.  You know how the Rockies look so rugged and high.  Well, think about it…you’re looking up from 7,000 to a 9,000 mountain (like at Mike’s in CO)…that’s how high Blacktail Mouintain across the reservoir is).  And, here, we’re right at sea level and the mountains are 2,000 feet.  No wonder.

Here’s a shot of Ben Nevis, the tallest mountain in Scotland from last week….that is snow on the top.Image

Our hike in Skye was about 4 miles altogether.  We were told that there was an opening in the fence before we got to the end of the mile-long driveway.  Well, we missed the fence opening, but we heard a Cuckoo Bird where it was supposed to be and couldn’t see him.  We kept walking out to the road and round to the start of the hiking track.  When we reached the car park and were about to give up and backtrack to the hotel,  Nancy heard the Cuckoo Bird again…what an ear and what an “outdoors-person’s instincts”.  She tramped through the brush to find the fence opening from this side and, after several falsestarts, lo and behold, there it is…a vertical stile sort of fence….the one that you can get through, but a cow can’t figure out how to work the gate?

Here’s “hiker Nance” wearing the family backpack.


We get back to the lodge…here’s the photo of the front and our room, which looks out toward the lake (actually Loch na Dal)…you saw the photo of that view yesterday, when I was trying to explain the British flag (the Union Jack) being invisible in Scotland.  The place is a 1640 hunting lodge remade by some down-on-his-luck Duke or Earl.  The family is running it, but we think they disappeared to go to the Queen’s Jubilee in London.  So, we have to depend on Andy, the bartender…he’s the best. 


We’re off to Belfast today and I’ll compose some final scenes of Scotland later…we have loved every minute of the country and it’s people.  A great hotel last night with a musical experience in the lobby after dinner with a young piano player and his girl, the singer, that was like a personal concert.  Still developing the film.

All the best.



Lifelong Philadelphia area Realtor. Now a 13-year citizen of Sanibel, Florida. Married to Nancy for 54 years. Three children (2 in Devon; 1 in Steamboat Springs, CO) and 5 grandkids (2 in college). Helping with charities involving poverty, kids and education.

One comment

  • Thanks so much for your appreciation of those beautiful Scottish mountains! I remember coming to the same realization of the sea-level-to-peak thing. Lovely hotel! Looking forward to your impressions of Belfast… C.


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