|Isle Of Skye, Scotland||Week 51 21st - 23rd April 2012|
| Whatever they are there were lots of them.
We thought the oil was in the north sea. With Aberdeen the supply base.
These looked remarkably like drilling platforms.
| Our original aim was to catch the same ferry as we had in
1997 while camping in Europe with daughters Jennifer and Rachael.
Ferry to Shetland, then ferry to Iceland, then back and on to Bergen in Norway.
Sadly the ferry now doesn't sail beyond Shetland. I guess a casualty of the global economic and financial crises.
Also sadly the ferry from Denmark to Iceland via the Faeroes passes by the entrance to Lerwick harbour in the Shetlands without stopping. Despite being part owned by the Shetland Development Corporation. It seems the port fees are too high.
My simplistic answer would be to change the port facilities that are provided. But it always takes time for governments to adjust.
So we headed south.
Not only is the ferry service to Norway no more most of the North Sea routes
are now freight only.
The Immingham to Gotheburg ferry that I used in 1977 when setting off for Australia overland is freight only.
How sad that the economical way is to drive all the way south to Dover.
The channel tunnel will have had its part to play but there's some economic madness somewhere.
End of whinge!
| The Isle of Skye beckoned across the Inner Sound as we
drove towards Applecross.
We might be headed south but there's still a lot more of Scotland that we haven't seen.
Wherever we've seen crofts they seem to be laid out with a bit of loch front extending back into hills. Small narrow strips of marginal land shared as best it can be.
And small houses, all painted white. Originally it would have been whitewash made from lime.
In among the history of warring clans and battles against the English is also "the clearance" with associated riots. Crofters evicted and villages destroyed so landowners could replace them with sheep.
| Not sure how it knew which way to look, but nevertheless
it knew we were there.
Highland cattle, looking to us a bit like a large version of a '60s fashion hairdo.
| People have lived round here for a long time.
There's evidence in this rock shelter (at Sand) of occupation at least 7,500 years ago.
Sand is a little cove. With a bit of a headland inhabited by a Ministery of Defence installation. No
indication of what its used for but its active as a helicopter landed.
Went for a walk on the beach (what else does one do with sand) and watched the showers across the sound.
| The campsite was one of those "nice to be"
places where we could relax and admire the view.
The old road was way above us on the hillside so we went for a (nother) walk.
| Constantly changing as the clouds drifted by.
It all looked a bit steep to us. Just right for a bit of walking.
|Not much of a sunset. Nor much of a sunrise. But the sun behind us gave a different view of the hills.|
| The view from Belach Na Ba.
We weren't quite prepared for the drive up from Applecross - though there was a sign saying unsuitable for caravans.
| And the road down to Loch Carron was a bit of a surprise.
A few hairpins, a bit steep, but no shunting required.
|Through Kyle of Lochalsh and the bridge to Skye.
Ali had politely suggested that singing the Skye Boat Song continuously over a few days, while not knowing the words, was not conducive to our ongoing happiness on the trip.
I gained permission to sing it while driving over the bridge ..... but of course forgot when the moment arose!
When first built it had a toll. A bit of local resistance finally had that abolished.
| That's a red Cuillin behind the Tardis.
We turned left towards Elgol not too far after the bridge.
Just before the turn the road was blocked by an accident. Police and ambulance in attendance. A kindly local showed us the back road around.
Camped next to a convenient river.
| And the setting sun conveniently lit up the hillside.
Red Cuillin Hills really are red!
| Those are black Cuillins in the distance.
Red Cuillins are granite, black Cuillins are gabbro.
Gabbro and granite are both igneous (molten stuff from the middle of the earth, through volcanoes or simply oozing out, that goes solid). Granite has a high silica, low iron, and a low melting point. It flows quite well. Gabbro is not far from basalt with low silica, high iron, and a high melting point. It doesn't flow as well.
Granite is softer and erodes into rounded hills. Gabbro is harder, more brittle, and erodes to sharp ridges and peaks.
They are of course different colours and support different vegetation.
| From Elgol we walked along the coast.
As we later realised we could have taken a boat to nearer the black Cuillins then walked back.
The red and black Cuillins were formed at different times.
There aren't many places where the two rock types are found close together.
We didn't find the join.
| But we enjoyed the walk anyway.
We stopped for a rest at Camasunary then walked back to the road at Kirkibost.
|There's a bothy at Camasunary. Apparently good for overnight stops.|
| Our favourite guide book suggests that the road into
Camasunary is a bit rough but drivable.
Apart from the locked gate there's a couple of rough looking bridges. Not a good deal for Tardis so pleased we didn't try.
| There was a rock just across the river from our campsite.
This couple walked round it and pointed at it and photographed it over about a half hour.
I was too slow to cross the river and ask.
| But when I did look there was nothing but a load of moss
and lichen attached to the rock.
| We headed north to the other side of the Cuillin Hills.
This is a stone circle, probably remains of a hut.
|Next to a larger burial mound.|
|There was a bit of a ridge from the mound towards the road (which of course wasn't there when the mound was built).|
| Glen Brittle campsite was a bit windswept. We are that
white dot at the far end of the bay.
The way into Coire Lagan, at the heart of the Black Cuillins, is to follow the track starting near the loo.
For some reason just the name sounds ominous.
| As we gained a bit of height we could look west.
A squally windswept cold day we almost had to convince ourselves we were enjoying it.
| We nearly didn't see this red grouse.
Wonderfully camouflaged. There were two of them. One quicker than the other.
| There are several "Munros" around Coire Lagan.
Munros are peaks over 3,000 ft in Scotland.
People have ambitions to climb all 283 or so of them.
Not sure if Munro just catalogued them or climbed them!
Round the ridge, to the left, is Innaccessible Pinnacle (Inn Pinn for short).
All the rest have gaelic names like Sgurr Mhic Choinnich.
| At the mouth of the Coire we met a couple of Russians and
They were a bit cold but enjoying it thoroughly.
One of those "we've been there" encounters.
| There were also two pairs of more ambitious climbers in
front of us. One pair following "the great stone chute". A route up to the ridge.
It looked slow going.
We decided to retreat!
| And so back to a forestry layby further up Glen Brittle
where it was less draughty.
Though looking at the photo the trees have a bit of a lean.
|Lincolnshire (again), England to Sweden||Week 52 24th-30th April 2012|