PoPa, a series of Posts by Hans Couwenbergh, a.k.a. Paps.
After the beauty of Glencoe our expectations for the Isle of Skye were even higher. Skye isn’t technically an island anymore as it is very conveniently connected with the mainland via a bridge. As we staid on the North side of Skye we had to cross most of the island, and especially once we passed Portree roads became one-lane with just a space to let other cars pass every few hundred meters. To have a bit more freedom we had rented a cottage rather than choosing a B&B this time.
An additional bonus was that Kari and I each had our own bedroom, which avoided some likely nightly hostilities about space and noise and helped both of us safeguard our sleep. On top, a fully equipped kitchen gave us some extra flexibility with regards to eating times.
Even if we were near to the Quiraing and the old man of Storr, I must set some expectations on photography: although both Kari and I wanted to make some images we also wanted to rest and relax a bit, so despite good intentions we missed the early morning sunrise images. Well, it just gives me one more reason to go back some day. I must! But we did thoroughly enjoy exploring the island.
Isle of Skye – the north
Bay of Uig
First full day we decided to roam the Northern part of Skye. The weather was just gorgeous, quite unexpectedly. This was a very atypical thing for Scotland in my perception and this is also what some locals confirmed. We decided to follow the coast road, counted sheep near a castle ruin along the beach, and stopped in the village of Uig for a pub lunch: outside on the terrace in the sun!
The view overlooking the bay was great. We noticed a few people with the “YES” on the Scottish banner, promoting Scottish Independence. We’d see more of those as the magic date of September 18th was approaching.
From Uig it went onward towards Dunvegan Castle, with a few scenic rural stops on the way. We did not visit Dunvegan Castle but decided it ‘d be more fun doing some photography nearby. We spent quite a bit of time trying out new angles for our images, fiddling around with filters and do all the stuff landscape photographers tend to do. We ignored the fact it was getting overcast and just were thankful for the ever-changing skies.
On it went, following the waterline, with another stop near the entrance of Loch Harport. The skies were getting some evening colors and we wanted to capture that, along with some photogenic sheep along the road.
It was getting dark and we needed to head back to our cottage. When we passed the famous old bridge on river Sligachan however with the impressive Black Mountains behind I just had to stop and use the last bit of ambient light for a few shots and capture that last color in the sky.