If there's one thing I really can't stress enough about this weekend in the Highlands and Islands (like I didn't mention it enough in my last post...), it was the ridiculously good weather we were having. It was October and while I had come prepared for rain and bitterly cold winds, we had beautiful blue skies. I think most of these pictures speak for themselves in illustrating how gorgeous Skye is so I won't write huge paragraphs like I am sometimes known to do... 


As it was so unseasonably nice out, we decided to walk over the Skye Bridge, which gave me the opportunity to grab some incredible photos - both looking back to the mainland...



...And out to the incredible Cuillin Mountains



Those who know me, know Iceland is at the top of my bucket list. Absolutely, unequivocally number one. Why am I talking about Iceland in a post about Skye? Because the entire island felt like a teaser for the country. Rugged volcanic features, vast open moors. I was struggling to pick my jaw up from off the floor. 



Every bend in the road led to even more impressive landscapes. 


The views from Dun Beag Broch - an ancient iron-age fort - were stunning. It was easy to see why it had been built in at the top of a particular hill; there was a clear view towards the Cuillin Range as well as an excellent scope of the bay. 


We could even see all the way out to the Outer Hebrides. (I think that's South Uist. Probably.) 


Suffice to say, I was enjoying myself.



On the opposite side of the island, we passed the Old Man of Storr - a rock formation that juts out of the Trotternish Peninsula. Storr gets its name from a folktale about two giants who were fleeing human attackers. They made the mistake of looking back to see how much distance they had gained and as they did so, were turned to stone.


I so wish we could have stopped so I could have stormed up there! It looks like such a good hike! Alas, coaches are not meant for such things. (Another point in favour of me getting a car...). Our actual destinations were Mealt Falls...


And Kilt Rock! 


Aptly named, as you can see. Mealt Falls plunge straight into the sea and we had good visibility back to the mainland. 


Skye's largest settlement is Portree and its harbour is iconic. Its name comes from the Gaelic 'Port Rìgh' meaning King's Port, possibly from a visit by King James V in 1540. 


It was fairly busy despite being outside of the tourist season too.


Saying goodbye to Skye was much harder than expected! It had been a whistle-stop tour but I absolutely fell in love with the wild landscapes. I will definitely be back (hopefully with the same wonderful weather and in a vehicle that can get inland!)

On some trips, there are some days where I want to cry over the fact that I don't own a car. Granted, I would need to get my license before I could get a car (on my to do list, don't you worry) and I don't think I could feasibly justify buying a car at the moment considering how excellent Edinburgh and the UK's public transport network is (which also helps save the planet...) but it doesn't stop those days from coming. The days where I want to kick and scream that I can't just pull over anywhere and take photos. Or rather, in this case, the days I can't just grab the wheel to the nine metre long coach I'm in and rip it off the road. Whoops.  

If you've been reading my blog for a while or have seen enough of my photos, you'll have noticed that I am very much into landscape photography. While I love exploring any new place, my heart is drawn to wild and untouched expanses of land (the kind that have been carved by natural elements for millions of years and that sound really corny to write about because they're so insanely indescribable - those ones). If you've seen that one bit in Skyfall, you'll have a taste of what the drive north was like. I so badly wanted to demand we pull over but alas, we had an itinerary to stick to.


Glencoe wasn't half bad though.


Half good, some might say.


The highlands are known for being atmospheric and dramatic which roughly translates as "bad weather" and "even more bad weather" so I was low-key anxious that the skies would open and drown all of the north.

But after the long drive from Edinburgh to Inverness, Urquhart Castle couldn't have looked better!


I have to admit, the weather was incredible for this entire trip.


So incredible that there was a RAINBOW!


Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous...


Urquhart Castle (that's pronounced ur-kut) is such an interesting place too. It was hugely important in controlling access to the highland lochs and waterways (the best and easiest way to travel because of all the mountains). It passed from clan to clan but eventually was blown up by William of Orange's soldiers in 1690 who wanted to prevent the castle from becoming a Jacobite stronghold. All that history to rubble...

The visitor's centre does a fantastic job of explaining the castle's history and I love that you can just roam the ruins.


Loch Ness was looking splendid as well. I learned on this trip that at its deepest point (239.5m) the loch is deeper than the North Sea and contains more freshwater than all the lakes in England and Wales combined. Insane.


It had been over a decade since I'd been to Loch Ness so it was great to be back on the shoreline and keep an eye out for Nessie!

The Highlands | Skye

I often think the Borders are overlooked when tourists come to Scotland. The region offers so many beautiful views and interesting sights but all of that is pushed to one side when everyone wants to see Edinburgh and Glasgow and then storm up the A82 to Loch Ness. And while I am in no way innocent of storming myself (more posts on that to follow!), it was lovely to take the road less travelled for a change. 

That's not to say this region gets no visitors whatsoever! The Scottish Borders are understandably overrun with historic locations where the English and Scottish fought in centuries gone by. If you're into history, it's paradise and every village has a story to tell. 

Melrose is a charming little town - so charming, in fact, my maternal grandparents honeymooned there - but its main attraction has always been its abbey.  


Its ruined abbey. 

Once a successful Cistercian monastery, it suffered heavily during the Reformation. This was a hugely transformative period for Scotland as the country shifted from Catholic to Presbyterian Christianity. As the country extricated itself from the concept of grandeur and treasures to become close to god, many impressive places of worship were damaged. 


Historic Scotland has done a great job of preserving what remains of it though! Despite missing most of its walls and ceilings, the abbey still has many carved decorative details, including saints, dragons, gargoyles and plants. A bunch of historic figures are also buried on the grounds and a lead container believed to hold the embalmed heart of Robert the Bruce was found in 1921 below the Chapter House site. 


Mainly, it makes for a really fun place to photograph. 



And for those brave enough, you can climb the old spiral staircase to the top of the ruins and look out over what remains of the roof (and if I learnt anything from studying abroad, I am brave enough for heights!)


At the top there was a great view of the countryside and the atmospheric weather. By the time I got to Scott's View - the beloved location of Victorian writer Sir Walter Scott - towards the end of the day, the clouds had upgraded to dramatic and ominous. It's always much appreciated when forces conspire for a photo opportunity!