We stood at the top of the cliff by Kildonnan overlooking the bay. It was with near breathless exhiliration that I found myself repeating the words several times, “It’s so beautiful!” I now can’t remember whether I simply spoke the words or shouted them. What I do remember was feasting my eyes over the landscape and the sensation that I can only describe as my spirit singing.
Jim and I had followed the suggested walk from the Walk Highlands website starting instead from MacQuarries Cottage where we were staying in Cleadale.
It was a warm sunny April day and also ‘lambing season’. Below you can see An Sgurr, the highest hill on the island which is exposed pitchstone formed as a result of one of the last volcano eruptions a long long time ago.
We also came accross the standing stone which had been erected by the citizens to memorialize the buyout of the island. I think I remember being told a tale in which this stone was knocked down one jolly night and re-erected and then dubbed by some of the locals as “….’s erection” to commemorate this person’s re-standing the stone after it’s close miss with destruction. If I remember correctly it was a friend of the locals but not one of the locals themselves!
We walked along the sandy coast….
…and then made our way up with cliff.
…where now the guide was telling us it was a steep decline. I am usually not good with heights and my husband has two artificial knees but I decided to descend part of the way to see how steep it was. I ultimately decided it was not worth the risk but that was after seeing even more of the spectacular view and spying a couple of wild seals swimming in the water! Afterwards Jim and I decided to continue the walk on another day by making our way to the bottom of the cliff from a path on the otherside but on this day continued our walk by making our way to the cafe at the pier for a drink and a snack…
…and another gorgeous view.