By the time we reach the Fairy Glen, the snow is falling pretty heavily and we find a car abandoned at the top of a hill; apparently a couple of cars were stuck further down, so followed suit, parked up and made the rest of our way on foot. There were 3 cars stuck in the snow/ice with a Land Rover trying to pull them out with some rope and us thankful we listened to the friendly stranger at the top of the hill. Within 5 minutes, the snow is a full-blown storm, hail as hard as nails falling to the ground and the wind whipping snow around us, we dug deep for that bothy fighting spirit again and marched on through the blizzard. Quickly we realise it just isn’t going to happen, we can’t see a thing and with our snoods up to our eyes we regrettably have to turn back. As bad as the weather was around us, it was incredible to be smack bang in the middle of it all – I took my camera out from within my jacket and snapped these 2 shots which are among my favorites of the trip. These turned out to be the last photographs of the day as we battled the snow back to the van, made a pit stop at the Uig Hotel for a wee dram, then headed back to Portree for some food and a movie night.
Waking the next morning, the snow had stopped and the sun was peeking through the clouds casting a wonderful light over the landscape – a perfect morning for a trek to the Fairy Pools. Again, we packed the van with all our essentials and set out the far West coast of Skye, passing by Sligachan bridge before reaching the fairy pool car park.
Hiking to the bottom of Sgurr an Fheadain, I was determined to photograph the iconic scene of the Fairy Pools flowing benath the Cuillin Mountains:
This trail is a bit of a thigh burner but the best hikes usually are. It is a wonderful site to see these pools up close and hike through the glen of an incredible mountain range, together with the people that matter.
A quick refuel in the campervan before setting our sights this time on the Western most point of Skye, Neist Point. Most roads in Scotland are incredibly beautiful and this drive was no different.
However, by the time we made it to Neist Point, the wind is nothing like we’ve seen before – it was so powerful, it was whipping up sea spray hundreds of feet below clifftops. I was determined to get a decent photo of the famous lighthouse at the end of the peninsula, but the wind was out of control and gave you the feeling it could turn sinister at any moment – it was far too dangerous to be out on the open clifftops. Surrounded by sheep poop and sea spray whipping us in the face, my brother and I scrambled down part of the cliff and jammed ourselves in behind a rock together with my camera gear. Team work to set up the gear and tripod allowed me to take 3 photographs before we had to call it; the wind increasing by the minute and my camera soaked, we had to retreat further inland. The other 2 shots, the lens/image was covered in water droplets as the wind whipped the sea upwards, so given the circumstances and my odds, I was pretty damn chuffed to come out with the one and only image below. Scotland at its finest!