Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,
Say, could that lad be I?
Merry of soul he sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye.
Give me again all that was there,
Give me the sun that shone!
Give me the eyes, give me the soul,
Give me the lad that's gone!
There is something magical about the Island of Skye. You feel it as soon as you cross the bridge..which long ago.. replaced the ferry I used to use.. when I first visited the island .. well over forty years ago.
The people and culture have unquestionably changed from those days .. some things for the better and some things for the worse.
But the landscape is still very much the same ..with rugged mountains reaching for the sky...
And tumbling waterfalls dropping for the sea..
Where strange rock formations pierce the horizon..
And massive stacks grow from watery seas
Where sunrises can turn a brooding sky blood red... and the dark land black
And subtle summer sunsets sink slowly behind mountainous scenery.
It is an island that I once called home .. and last week it was calling me back. There was a settled weather window over the area.. and assisted by The Guppy... my small F-Rib boat .. I had another adventure in mind.
In two days I covered almost 150 miles exploring the smaller islands off Skye’s east coast. The 6HP outboard used around 20 litres for this amazing journey .. yup..that is no mis print or exaggeration .. cost £25... I love that setup.
This map shows my route. At first glance..it may look like I was on a drunken stagger ..but there was a reason for all the intertwined and crossing GPS tracks.
To find out why.. (I wasn't looking for Willk) ...do return for another look... too be continued