Haven't had wifi signal, so these blogs have been delayed. Hope no-one thinks I’ve fallen off the edge into the sea. Went to Kyle of Lochalsh via Plockton this morning. There I could get a signal for the first time in three days so I messaged family members and told them about Gloria, and that I was fine and travelling onwards until she’s fixed, in a black Vauxhall Corsa.
I had missed seeing anything of Plockton the day my car
broke down, and like Applecross, it had come up as ‘a must see must do’ so many
times I felt that I needed to revisit. The weather wasn’t brilliant but I could
see the charm of the place. Like lots of these west coast coastal villages, they
are made up of just one main street with all the houses in a line facing a
harbour or a beach.
This one is served by the Gulf Stream so has palm trees
growing along the shore just like mine at home.
Because no-one has a back garden, nor a front garden, they
have small private square plots on the other side of the road opposite their
homes beside the beach. They were pretty. Some even had vegetables growing.
In Kyle I called into the garage to tell John that my engine
management light had been on constantly for five and a half years and that he
could ignore it. He told me he’d ordered my new clutch and Gloria should be
good as new early Wednesday morning.
Whenever I thought about the Skye crossing I had imagined that it
would have taken Flora MacDonald hours to row Bonnie prince Charlie to safety
all those years ago. I was wrong. It was nothing like Dover to Calaise. It took
exactly 2 minutes and 45 seconds on the bridge and if I am honest was a bit of
an anticlimax.
The Skye bridge is a beautifully designed structure with a
wonderful curve to it.
The Skye Bridge links not only Skye to the Kyle of Lochalsh
but also another island Eilean Ban, that was once the home of lighthouse
keepers. Gavin Maxwell the poet and
naturalist who wrote the best seller 'Ring Of Bright Water' made the island his
home. Sadly he died of cancer in his fifties and his otter Teko died two weeks
later. Just over the bridge in Kyleakin
is The Bright Water Visitor Centre in his memory.
When I was deputy head of an infant school I remember a
music advisor turning up and thinking that, as the children were infants, we
would just about manage to sing ‘Pease Pudding Hot Pease Pudding Cold.’ Imagine his astonishment when my 6 and 7 years
olds sang him ‘Ring of Bright Water’ the theme from the film in two part harmony.
I had to visit the centre in delicious memory and glee of that occasion if
nothing else.
There is a Scottish cookery writer I have always admired
called Claire MacDonald. I have most of her books. She is the Jamie Oliver of
Skye and I just missed seeing her performing as one of the celebrity chefs at
The Taste of Grampian a few weeks ago. She is actually Lady Claire MacDonald, married to the Clan Chief Godfrey MacDonald. Their world famous little hotel is
Kinloch Lodge and I just had to go and find it.
It’s now run by one
of their daughters with has its own
Michelin starred chef Marcello Tully, has a tiny helicopter landing pad, and has
an award for being the most Romantic hotel in Scotland.
From there I went to the Clan Donald Centre which is one of
the very few proper tourist attractions on the island. It has the ruins of the
Clan castle, a museum and 40 acres of wonderful grounds with very mature trees.
Sadly I am no longer the only tourist in this part of
Scotland at least. The car park had 7 international coaches in it including one
emblazoned with Disney motifs.
The restaurant was closed for a private function, and there were six rather tacky marquees serving food to the coach parties while ghastly Jimmy Shand accordion music was piped over all. What a pity.
The restaurant was closed for a private function, and there were six rather tacky marquees serving food to the coach parties while ghastly Jimmy Shand accordion music was piped over all. What a pity.
On the bright side the tour guide thought I was one of his
party of French tourists (bien sur monsieur!) and waved me though without
giving me a chance to pay for my ticket to get in!
By now it was raining quite hard so I left the French
contingent and the marquees, where I was not going to get a cup of tea, and made
my way to Armadale from where the ferry goes to the Scottish mainland. I had
planned to leave Skye from here but now had to return to Kyle to collect
Gloria.
It is worth a stop here as The Shed, the cafe, is not full of coach loads of tourists and
there are some interesting shops to poke around in. Bit like at an airport. Somewhere to spend
money you had no intention of spending whilst waiting for embarkation.
Ragamuffin is a pretty shop that sells the kind of clothes I
love and designer knitwear.
Skyelark crafts sells a range of gifts and photo canvases.
It is the home of Grumpy George (not at all grumpy when I met him) who offers
photography and photo-shop tuition and takes pet portraits.
There is a Pottery and a whole food store.
Having been used to single track, often poorly maintained, roads for the last week and a half, Skye was a pleasant surprise as almost all
the roads were two way and in very good condition.
I did a big circuit via Dunvegan and Dunvegan castle and
began to worry about Harish and Clemencia. Skye was empty. It seemed to have
just three towns at most and two of those, a straggle of houses, a craft outlet, and a cafe, did not deserve the title of
town at all. What on earth was this cosmopolitan couple going to do here?
There was a weird thatched little museum at Dunvegan called
Giant Angus MacAskill Museum dedicated to the tallest Scot who has lived (so
far.) It had closed so I never did get to see inside.
By now the Corsa and I had driven 100 miles around south and
western Skye. Unsurprisingly the landscape is very similar to the rest of the
Western Highlands. Lochs, mountains sheep and small usually very isolated white
houses. Miles and miles of not much else. One cannot live on scenery. I don’t
think I could live here.
Then I arrived at their home and saw their project.
My new friends live in an area called Treaslane after the
river nearby.
They have wonderful views of Loch Treaslane in front of the
house.
Recently it was a nursery and, although overgrown, the gardens
still have beautiful plants and plenty of space for a studio for Clemencia to
run art and craft workshops. The house is also in need of considerable renovation
and Harish and his wife have the vision to turn it into both a comfortable a
home and a commercial enterprise. Although they have been here just a couple of
months, they have already met the friendly neighbours and have plans for the
future. They have big ideas and plenty of time to realise them once they found
a reliable builder.
Thankfully no fish and chips in this house either. Both are
excellent and adventurous vegetarian cooks and I had a wonderful meal with them
before snuggling down in one of the rooms they have already sorted.
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