Just over a year ago we were in the Hebrides, and they have made a long-lasting impact. My wife was kind enough to surprise me with a carefully planned Hebredean holiday taking in the isles of Lewis, Harris and Skye for my 31st birthday. It is now a place that I think about several times a week and somewhere that I look forward to returning.
A flight to Inverness, a hire car across to Ullapool, a challenging ferry crossing (I’d avoid this stomach churning route next time) to Stornoway and we were on Lewis. Once out of Stornoway we headed to our first stop, on the other side of the isle, at Suainaval B&B in Uig.
Driving across Lewis as darkness rapidly fell, the desolation was striking. We were soon in pure darkness, winding through single track roads and were lucky enough to spot a stag. Waking in the morning we were greeted with gorgeous views and a delicious breakfast. I would definitely extend our stay at Suainaval next time.
We had given ourselves the day to explore Lewis and make our way down to Harris where we were to spend the next two nights. The first lesson was to be learnt – eateries are few and far between so grab something when you see it. We drove solidly for 4 hours exploring and didn’t find any shops, pubs or restaurants which were open (lesson no. 2 – the population strictly observe Sabbath).
Harris met us with a greater sense of population but as quickly as it arrives it leaves save for the odd scattering of grey pebble dashed, slate tiled houses holding conference over the barren landscape.
And so to Skye… I’d prepared a photographic check list, much of which ended up unphotographed due to the weather, but we still visited:
- Fairy Pools
- Coral Beaches
- Talisker Bay
- Blaven from Torrin
Skye is an undoubtedly beautiful place and staying in a hotel starved of television and the internet kept us outside and exploring – even more so as we had, once again, located ourselves at one extreme of the isle. I hope to go back and get my list of photos ticked off sometime!