Skye’s redemption arrives on the last day. A week of rain and cloud-choked land finally passes into the east, just as I begin the long drive south. In the pubs hazy with smoldering peat smoke, pint at hand, I toyed with the thought that perhaps I had crossed a misty portal to the Fortunate Isles. Anything was possible in that blinding opacity. In the present, the simple road runs like a ribbon across the island; I slow down the car and ease onto the gravel shoulder. Air stampedes across the open space. Green and snow and fresh and stone are all I smell. Sunlight lances through the ether to flicker across the sawtooth Black Cuillins.
These earthborn deities hung invisible in the air beside me for seven days. My mind begins to clear like the skies over Skye. I stand on the verge of returning home. What else hides next to me, thundering silent appeals? What would I find if only I would wait for the fog to clear, if only I would range out, seeking, without any certain goal? But that I have done these last years, and look what I have found: I don’t know when I will be back. If only I could remember to think that each day.
A hunter, oft-stubbled and bleary-eyed, driven by an insatiable hunger for exploration and experience - and perhaps a chance to thin the herd of caffeinated and alcoholic beverages. From the highlands and islands to Edinburgh, Glasgow, and the Borders, I explore Scotland with a pen in hand and a fire in the belly (which could be partly from the whisky). 
Is the melancholy due to the scene or to some feeling you have that your Traveling Savage days are coming to an end?
There are many, many places in Scotland that possess a melancholy all their own and that resonates with whatever one carries with them.
That’s an awesome looking place!
On clear days, there’s no place like it.
We visited the Isle of Skye on a rare sunny day, and it was the most beautiful place that I have ever seen (though like the rest of Scotland, I think that it would be beautiful even on a foggy, cloudy day).
On Skye, a cloudy day really obscures the visual highlights. Count your blessings for that sunny day. Hope you got a lot of great pics.
so beautifully written!
Cheers!
Very cool mate!
Interesting how the clowds almost mimic the jagged peaks below. Dramatic scenery and so beautiful. An amazing place for inner reflection…
So true.