|T and the Trailstar, cresent moon and venus|
Skye was a little trip really, but written in big bold capital letters.
We did two backpacks, one of three days out in the wilds between Sligachan and the Black Cuillin, got up to Bla Bheinn and Sgnurr na Stri, saw a golden eagle and got blown off our feet several times on the Marsco approach, so much so we had to abort our attempt there. Then into Portree for a little gentle B&B action (read: shower and fresh fish!) and off to the Trottenish Ridge for a day and half. This was equally impressive and probably more strenuous - despite staying pretty high all the way along, the cumulative ascent as the ridge rises and falls is tiring. The weather held good all the way through - very hazy, and at times extremely windy, but not a drop of rain.
Skye is big country, the vistas really feel so completely vast and open. Loch Coruisk is most definitely a haunting place to spend some time exploring, and the combination of sea, sun and mountain worked its charm on both of us. I think its really world class landscape, as exciting and elemental a place as I've ever visited, anywhere. It was great to go back after so long. Here's a few pictures whilst I work on the video, which may take a while.
|Loch Coruisk from Sgnurr na Stri|
|The brooding Black Cuillin|
|Portree early morning|
|The mighty Trottenish ridge|