Our first day on Skye, we had an enthusiastically animated discussion - walk or beach or picnic?
Our debate 'raged' through breakfast until we decided - why not do all three?
Yup why ever not?
So that's what we did!
We set off for our first micro-adventure.
The sky soared over us and slipped in to the sea
while the mountains looked like they were swimming!
We walked over the boggy moorland and dropped down in to an amazing secret cove
filled with black volcanic sands.
We had the beach to ourselves.....
apart from a few moments of pure comic pleasure.
A one eyed ewe came off the steep slope.
Looked at us one-eyedly (is that a word?)
Bleated loudly and hoarsely
and trundled off across the shoreline.
Then her three lambs rocked and rolled in a chunky gambol
as they tried to catch their mum up.
How odd - a pastoral animal frolicking on the sands.
A precious unexpected moment
it made us smile at the absurdity of it all!
Then, when our picnic was eaten,
our photos taken,
our eyes filled by the view,
our lungs filled by the sea air,
we returned over the boggy moorland.
before returning to the car we stood and stared
at the most amazing skyline
The old Man of Storr
You could have heard a pin drop as we stared.
What an amazing place.