Monday, 22 July 2013

Claigan Coral Beach

The white sand beach on the Isle of Skye is far different than anything we have encountered here in San Diego.

From the parking lot, the beach is not even visible.


There is a turnstile.


And a warning sign.


A quarter mile down the road one has to dodge the enormous cow pies that litter the trail.

And wonder if flip flops was an ideal choice of footwear.


Over the hill and around the bend.







Stepped out of my sandals and right into the water.

And in a matter of seconds, my legs were tingly and then a bit numb.

Possibly why no one else was in the water.


According to the Skye Guide, the beach is not made of coral at all. It is composed of pieces of dessicated and sun-bleached algae.

I guess that was too wordy to fit on a beach sign.

Hence Coral Beach.



We collected a few shells before heading back to the trail.








Sunday, 21 July 2013

Whisky & Chocolate

Although we spent one night in Grantown-On-Spey, there was not enough time to follow the world-famous Whisky Trail through Speyside which includes a visit to seven working distilleries.

We did, however, make a stop at Talisker (the only distillery on the Isle of Skye) and Dalwhinnie (the highest, geographically-speaking, distillery in Scotland).

Which was more than enough distilleries for me. And not nearly enough for my husband. Oh well, what can you do.

I do not drink whisky.

Never acquired a taste for it.

Dalwhinnie Distillery - the building is beautiful.



If you read the Tour & Taste menu closely, there is an option for 4 classic malts and 4 chocolates.

Which naturally peaked my interest.




I skipped the tour.

Perused the chocolate display.

And made my decision.

Raspberry and black pepper truffle.....and hold the whisky.









Friday, 19 July 2013

A Wee Bit About Scotland

Green. Green. Green.

As far as the eye can see.





Plaid.

Errr, tartan.

Not just in the kilts, scarves, rugs (throw blankets) but covering the windows.



Castles.




Toast in a rack.

With plenty of hot tea to wash it down.


Scrambled eggs and smoked salmon.

One of life's simple pleasures.


Fish and Chips taken seriously.

Do not order unless you are quite hungry.



Secondary roads.

And the endless photo ops.


Driving on the left side.

At all times.


Except on single track roads.

Where you must be alert for head-on traffic.


Midges. Some are blood-suckers. Some are not.

All are annoying.

Smidge is a repellant.


The real bugs are not this colorful.

And definitely not this cute.


BAAA!

Sheep are friendly and willing to pose for pictures.






Yes, it is scotch, but you order 'a whisky'.


'Wee' is used in conversation.

A lot.

It also crops up on the signage.



And that is just a wee bit about Scotland!




Thursday, 18 July 2013

Fairy Pools

Months ago I saw a picture of Fairy Pools of Scotland on Pinterest.

Wow. Stunning.

It became the ONLY thing I wanted (had) to do on our trip. Swim in a fairy pool.

So the first night, at our first B&B, we asked the proprietor, "How do we get there?"

She gave us a map and used a Sharpie to mark a route from Portree to an unnamed area above Glenbrittle near the Cuillin Hills.


Ok.

Seemed off the beaten track but then the best things are.

Did I mention that there was a bit of a heat wave while we were in Scotland?

The poncho from Sport Chalet and hi-tech jacket from REI purchased specifically to battle the rain were folded in our suitcase and never saw the light of day.

Instead we wore sunscreen.

Tourists and locals mentioned HOW VERY LUCKY we were with the weather and who knows what tomorrow might bring.

Talk of horizontal rain the week before was brought up frequently.

Which is to say, if one is dying to swim in Scotland, we had the perfect weather for it.

So off we went, following the simple instruction to stop somewhere above Glenbrittle.

There were no signs pointing out this wonder of nature until we actually reached the Fairy Pools so there was great debate along the drive as to whether this adventure would be worth it.

It was.

Times a million.

Here is the one and only sign at the entrance to the parking lot. Which was full of cars and two tour buses.


This is the view as we started out on the trail.


Starting to wonder what was ahead.


Ahhhh, this is looking better.

A waterfall in sight.


Hmmmm, sheer rocks.

But glorious waterfall and pool down below.

Unfortunately no way to get down there without some sort of rapelling gear.


Moving along.

Oh, there must be a way into this section.

To pretty to pass up.


This might just work.

Hope the rocks aren't too slippery.


All mine.

Found the perfect spot.

Secluded, deep clear water, red rock for visual interest....I'm going in.

Brrrrrrrrr.

(To the left, just outside this shot, is a waterfall with another small pool).


Here is the rest of the crowd that braved the water that day...many up to their ankles, a few who jumped in and quickly out, three guys in full wetsuit who said 'it wasn't that bad'.

Which is why I was photographed, by a few tourists, while I was up to my neck swimming around my pool.

Once I got over the initial chill, I didn't want to get out.


Thank you social media for pointing us to one of the highlights of our trip.

My Lonely Planet Guide to Scotland made no mention of this extraordinary place.

It would have been a shame if we had missed it.













Wednesday, 17 July 2013

Highland Cattle

Every rack of postcards in Scotland features at least one picture of a long-haired cow.

A breed particular to the area.

Referred to as Highland Cattle.

Since the postcards are ubiquitous, one expects to see these cows around every bend in the road.

Especially if one's 5-day trip to Scotland involves a LOT of driving.

But it wasn't until the tail end of our visit that we spotted this guy...



And, it was TOTALLY...



worth the wait!