Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing
Onward the sailors cry
Carry the lad that was born to be king
O’er the see to Skye.
So goes the first verse of the Skye boat song and Skye is inextricably linked to the Bonnie Prince Charlie legend.
Skye is an island of deep fojds and sounds, rugged mountains and quaint villages.
When leaving Stirling I met a Spanish couple on a BMW. Who had said the beauty of Skye bought a tear to their eye.
And it is hard to disagree.
The vistas on each turn of the road surpassing the previous.
And the Scottish weather continued to smile.
The Wallace monument stands tall looking across the Forth River at Stirling Castle.
The Scots watching the English, the English watching the Scots as it has been for centuries.
Back at Berwick upon Tweed tale had told how that city had changed from Scottish to English and then English to Scottish 13 times in 30 years.
Not that either could see much on the damp misty Stirling day.
In the highlands past Dalwhinnie the cloud lifted revealing the green rolling hills and small villages.
Gatehouses that mark the entrance to stately homes.
Still the homes of the clan chieftains.
The lochs opening up bigger and broader as the west coast of Scotland came closer and closer.
With grand castles standing on islets.
Across from Skye is the township of Kyle of Lochalsh.
A working port
End of the train line from Inverness and just o’er the sea from Skye.
In the middle of the working port
On the station at the end of the line.
There is a most beautiful seafood restaurant.
With a choice from delights such as langoustines, monkfish, sea bass
Beautiful sunset over the Loch at 11pm
And Skye still to be explored.