A realm of faerie-stories, kilted clansmen and bagpipes, we knew that visiting the Scottish highlands we were going to see beautiful scenery, but we weren’t quite prepared for the variety of stunning vistas that seemed to appear ever time we turned a corner.
From the civilised streets of Edinburgh we wended our way into the
Northern Highlands, stopping overnight to visit Nessie in Loch Ness,
snuck as many castles stops as I could into the itinerary, passed
through the Trossachs, sipped proper Scotch, admired the spirit of kilt wearers, watched the sun set and the mist lift on the Isle of Skye.
We roadtripped over Easter and travelled miles, but they seemed to stretch even longer than usual,
owing mostly to wanting to stop every 5 seconds as another breathtaking
vista was unveiled.
Ever since I’ve lived in the UK, the mystical Isle of Skye has
beckoned to us in a way that we can’t quite explain. Actually no, that’s
a lie – it was even before that – as a teenager my singing teacher at
my New Zealand high school taught me the Skye Boat Song, a traditional folk waltz
recalling the escape of Prince Charles Edward Stuart (Bonnie Prince
Charlie) from Uist after his defeat at the Battle of Culloden in 1746. I
didn’t want to. It wasn’t exactly high-fashion cool to be singing soft
hearted scottish historical melodies.
We slipped from obstructed hill crowns…
…to sunlight seaside pastures within 10 minutes driving.
We traversed dramatic loch shores…
…and discovered prehistoric landmarks.
We discovered volcanic riverbeds…
…and James Bond scenery.
Best. Roadtrip. Ever.
It was so delicious I had to make a video of one of the road bends (‘scuse the wobbly bits).
As a sidenote, I was pleased to realise that years down the track, the incredibly popular Outlander TV series has re-purposed (but changed the lyrics of) the Skye Boat Song melody as the theme tune. My singing teacher was clearly a woman ahead of her time.