What was intended to not be a day of driving turned into yet another day of driving. We weighed our options and decided on heading out separately. We would meet up at Eilean Donan Castle, regroup and make for the Isle of Skye. On which we would drive a circular circuit going clockwise.
The drive to Eilean Donan was, again, incredibly lovely, through the Scottish highlands. We drove right by Ben Nevis, at 4,409 feet it is the highest peak in the U.K. The surrounding rocky range piercing the skyline. The twisty roads are so well suited for a zippy sporty convertible. I have to repeat the phrase that while driving through such an amazing landscape, the journey really is the destination.
Eilean Donan Castle was interesting, it stands on an island where three lochs meet. The site has been occupied for 1500 years or so with the first fortified building erected in 13th century. It has a long and colorful history and is the seat of the clan MacCrae. It wasn’t the best castle we’ve visited, but there were certainly details of it that I loved. All the built in window seats overlooking the mountains and water. Each room had it’s own little fireplace. And there were just so many little nooks and crannies to explore.
What I found most interesting was that as you walked through the rooms, with all the family photos on the walls and sitting on furniture, you really felt like you were in someone’s home. Suzanne commented that it was like going through an “open house” of a property for sale. I had to ask about the photos, who they were. The room guard/guide explained that they were photos of the current owner’s family. The matriarch, a MacCrae pictured in an oil painting above the fire place in the room, had five daughters, 20 grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.
The castle was the family home until the mid 1980’s. They occasionally opened it’s doors to visitors from time to time. But when it became obvious that the property would be more suited as a historic tourist attraction, the family moved into the servent quarters. The castle is still used frequently for family gatherings, the matriarch will be celebrating her 80th birthday there next month and her oldest daughter recently turned 50.
We refueled with some soup and bread. Although I was curious about the Cullin Skink that was on the menu, my imagination was telling me it was probably something awful. On the road again, we reached the Isle of Skye. It was different. Different scenery. Flatter. We stoppd a while to commune with the sheep. Which made me wonder about a few statistics. There are a lot of sheep, I mean A LOT of sheep on the Isle. The general population of sheep is high across the whole of the U.K. but on Skye, it just seemed inordinately high. I’m wondering about the ratio of sheep to people on this island.
The whole place, at least the north west region we circuited, seemed rather barren. I started also wondering what the species diversity overall was for the island (I need to look up some checklists for these statistics). This apparent barrenness combined with the widespread large scale clear cutting of the pine trees was making me a little depressed. Fields chewed to the nub and swaths of recently cut tree stumps does not paint the best picture of the island. We decided we like the main land better and made the executive decision to head back to the mainland, where it was prettier, cutting our loop short. It was the right thing to do. We were able to get back to Glencoe relatively early and relax over dinner (and another football game, this time between two teams from Scotland).