Glen Brittle, where the majestic Cuillin climb from the valley floor to grasp at the sky.
Lovely Elgol, whose harbour and stony beach afford fine views of the end of the Cuillin ridge, and where the foot-ferry for Loch Coruisk departs.
The evening sun reflects on the bogs by the path up to the Old man of Storr.
The last sailing of the day. The little Cal-Mac ferry plies its way back and forth across the Sound of Sleat eight times a day. I spent a long afternoon sitting reading on a bench overlooking the sea, while the ferry's progress divided the day into measured segments, and the sun slowly set on the distant Knoydart peaks beyond.
Ah, fine picture of the calmac. Reminds me of a fine springtime Thursday afternoon on Mull, earlier this year, Mrs Meldrew had given me a weeks leave of absence, sat by Duart Castle watching the Oban Ferry plough it's way back and forth, the mountains of Glen Coe, Ben nevis et al clearly visible to the north. I'd seen otters, golden eagles and, best of all, sea eagles that week. The beauty and majesty of it all had even me almost bursting into song. But that would have been a frightful din!
ReplyDeletethese photos are great! Motivation for planning a holiday!! :)
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