Day 4, Skye

 the Isle of Skye

At 1,656 square kilometres (639 sq mi), Skye is the second-largest island in Scotland after Lewis and Harris. The coastline of Skye is a series of peninsulas and bays radiating out from a centre dominated by the Cuillin hills (Gaelic:An Cuiltheann). Malcolm Slesser suggested that its shape "sticks out of the west coast of northern Scotland like a lobster's claw ready to snap at the fish bone of Harris and Lewis" and W. H. Murray, commenting on its irregular coastline, stated that "Skye is sixty miles long, but what might be its breadth is beyond the ingenuity of man to state".

The Kyle Railway Line

Having done the other lines, this is certainly the one, that does the sea and mountains of Scotland best. There are some truly stunning views.

The Skye Bridge

TATE ;)

The weather could have been better, but the view were great.

The scenery was stunning with one mountain after another. The whole trip was one eye opening sight after another.The young lady selling the certificates to raise money to rebuild a signal box was so knowledgeable and a pleasure to listen to.

Poems Of Skye

A Summer in Skye In 1864 Alexander Smith, poet and essayist, spent six weeks on the island of Skye. Inspired by his stay, this prose poem celebrates his life, the life around him and the history and nature of the island.

Magical Isle of Skye ©

Sonja Nic Rafferty 

Germany 

2005 

 Once again I walked on Scotland’s hills and glens 

The magic of my ancestors’ myths pulls me like no other land 

Now being back in the country of my birth nothing left than to pen 

Still feeling the sand of a white beach in my hand 

I took the Highland bus to Inverness and then to Portree 

The Isle of Skye touched every corner of my Celtic heart 

For I spotted a breathtaking landscape in front of me 

My soul was ripped into pieces because I didn’t want to depart 

So I greet you from across the mighty deep ocean 

How I miss the seagulls cry high above the bay 

When I will hear it again I haven’t the faintest notion 

Oh, I trust my innermost feelings never ever betray 

Magical Isle of Skye please invite me again next summer 

At the end of your rainbow must be a wonderland 

Rescue me from always being the sad latecomer 

I just have to come back and discover more of my fatherland 

In the moment I only can paint pictures of my memories 

Of the sunset on the Isle of Skye and the dark blue sea 

Teach me more about the Scottish history of past centuries 

Today I cannot imagine another isle where I would prefer to be