Blue Skye Smiling at Me

It is our second day in Skye, and we awake bright and early in our cozy hostel in Portree to grab breakfast before the day really begins. Taking some cereal and juice down to the harbor, a group of us gather for a sunrise breakfast by the water, while others opt to explore Portree looking for an open café. It doesn’t take long, considering the size of the town. Afterwards, we gather at the bus to begin our touring for the day.

Port Righ
View of the Mountains from Portree

Between stops our guide, Mac, entertained us with stories and tales of the various Highland clans while he drove. Some of his best stories of the day involved tales of the wee people; the fairies. My favorite went as follows;

Scotland is an ancient land with an even more ancient past. Many years ago there were two bagpipers heading to the local highland games dressed in their ceremonial kilts. They decided to leave a day early to visit the local pubs the night before the competition, but it was a long walk and neither had horses. As they walked on the path through the woods towards Perth a wee man appeared beside them. He asked them about where they were going, and after a little conversation, he asked if they would want to make a little money. He was having a party and needed some pipers to provide music.

                The two pipers agreed, a little money would help in their adventures in town. They followed the wee man into the woods. After a good walk, through trees like no other, and grass green like they had never seen, they came to a large boulder in the side of a cliff face. The wee man knocked on the stone with his cane, and to their shock a door magically appeared. The wee man encouraged them to come in, telling them there would be a bag of gold for  each man after the party. Hesitantly, they walked in, and down a dark damp staircase for what seemed like an hour. Suddenly, they were in a great banquet hall, brightly light by golden candles. And the floor shimmered of gold, and the ceiling of jewels.

                Rows and rows of wee people watched in silence as they prepared to play. The tunes then flowed from bagpipes they held, they played every song they knew, and some they didn’t. Drinks were flowing, everyone was dancing, and an unfathomable joy enveloped the room. Hours passed, but no one ever grew tired. The joy was too much. Time seemed to stand still. Then the wee man approached the pipers and said it was time to leave. So he handed them each a bag of gold, and showed them the door. It disappeared as they left.

                The pipers continued heading to town, not believing the night they just had. As they got closer something was not right. The road was no longer dirt, it was a hard black surface. Large metal monsters clamored about.  The buildings were taller and made with foreign substances. The people no longer were wearing kilts and speaking in gibberish. In panic, they ran to the old church, the only building they recognized. The elder priest knew the Gaelic, and the old ways, listening to the men he knew exactly what happened. He knew of the wee people and their ancient ways. It had been hundreds of years, not just a night. He asked them to place their hands on a Bible, so he could pray for them. As they did, they turned to dust, and disappeared.  

Michael on our hike to the Table: A majestic view for sure

There were three especially memorable stops we made this day, the first being at the Table. The Table is one of three notable rock formations in an area called the Quiraing, derived from Gaelic, which in turn came from a Norse phrase meaning “Round Fold.” The Quiraing encases these three formations: the Table, the Needle, and the Prison, in a beautiful vista of hills and ridges. The views look out onto Staffin Bay, and are some of the most famous (and most beautiful) on Skye. The Table itself is a plateau top that has slid down to form a grassy plain or sorts, and accessing it required a quick scramble up some “scree,” the accumulation of broken rock usually found at the base of a hill or mountain. While some made these trek, others decided to explore the ridges further down, taking naps in the peat or clambering around on the hills and ridges the spread forward as far as the eye could see. Only 5 made it to the top with Mac, but it was well worth the spectacular view we beheld. The sun beat down brightly, warming our skin from the cool breezy wind that whipped around, making it a perfect day for such beautiful landscapes to be taken in.

The Table

 

The next stop was the Fairy Glen. This is an area of rolling, pointed hills; small, gurgling streams; and roaming, adventurous sheep. It is also exactly the kind of place one can imagine faeries dancing in the moonlight, working their magic and planning their mischief. The major feature here is Castle Ewen, a natural rock formation resembling  a tower at the peak of a ridge, presumably where these faeries would gather if they are real (never say never, eh?). Trent, being extra adventurous, rushed to the top of Castle Ewen, and then set about exploring the area in earnest, closely followed by the effervescent Stuart, who explained his energy by proclaiming he was in “nature mode.” Everyone enjoyed taking in the views of the loch below, and the rocks people (or faeries) had made into patterns visible from Castle Ewen.

The Fairy Glenn

We stopped for lunch in another quaint town on Skye, Uig. The village is located on the Trotternish peninsular, and nestled in the Uig Bay. We ate at a Bed and Breakfast that served a delicious lunch, and the staff were friendly and welcoming. It was just as beautiful as everywhere we’d been before, and everywhere to come. No matter what we have to say about Skye, I think everyone can agree we were blessed with great weather to truly enjoy its undeniable beauty!

We went to countless other sights worth mentioning, such as Kilt Rock, to the east of Ellishader, which features a 180 foot waterfall cascading over a cliff-face of multicolored layers of dolerite; or a cemetery for the Clan MacDonald, who historically owned much of Skye. When we returned to Portree, we went straight for dinner, hungry from a long day of adventures and legends. We ate a delightful local seafood restaurant called the Lower Deck, which I think it is safe to say left us all singing its praises and with thoroughly satisfied appetites. Five Stars!

The group climbing at one of our stops… Can you say Fellowship of the Ring?

The Journey is the Destination: En Route to Isle of Skye

Packed and ready for a weekend Highlands tour, we arrived at the bus bright and early Friday morning.

Enter our tour guide: Mac. “Like the hamburger.”  Clad in traditional kilt and with dagger to protect us, Mac was the epitome of  a Scotsman.  Our guide was the best we could get; he gave us thorough history lessons with every sight we passed, and exposed us to his favorite Scottish tunes.  Want a taste of what we heard on the bus? Listen to this while you read our entry.

Dunkeld Cathedral

Rolling along in our cozy fifteen-passenger bus, Mac led us through the Scottish Highlands.  We first stopped in Perthshire at Dunkeld Cathedral, a ninth-century center for the Celtic Church.  St Columba, a seventh-century monk who was influential in bringing Christianity to the Highlands, visited Dunkeld during his travels through Scotland. Located on the beautiful River Tay, the cathedral is also home to the oldest tree in Scotland.

Rebecca, Morgan, Trent, Katie, Arynn, and Jordan strike a pose on Culloden Battlefield.

 

Travelling farther north, we received a Scottish history lesson before reaching the Culloden Battlefield.  Here the Highlanders made their last stand against the British government in the final Jacobite rebellion.  Prince Charles Stuart, better known as Bonnie Prince Charlie, gathered the Highland chiefs in protest of the Hanoverian King, George II.  The Highlanders derived their title “Jacobite” from the King for whom they fought. The Latin word “Jacobus” translates to James, for King James VII of Scotland. The Highlanders were utterly destroyed on this battlefield, forcing Prince Charlie into exile in France.

 

Trent, Rebecca, and Arynn at Rogie Falls

 

 

 

 

 

Cue our first miniature hike: Rogie Falls.  Mac led us to the hanging bridge over the falls for a beautiful photo-op.

 

 

We reached our destination, Isle of Skye, just in time for the sunset. Check out our first of many group photos, and stay tuned for details on the remainder of the adventure.

Group photo on the Isle of Skye

 

 

 

To The Borders and BEYOND!

Now, we know what you readers at home are thinking about us. It seems from these previous blog posts that our lives here in Edinburgh are all play and no work. This is FAR from the truth! From Monday to Friday, we spend our time between classes at Napier University or working at our various internships. Although we gain valuable knowledge about ourselves and the Scottish culture, we look forward to the weekends when we have our own experiences with Scotland and its national treasures. Last weekend, we discovered everything from a flock of spotted Jacob’s sheep to a buried human body part to a hollywood cinema set!

On Saturday morning, we hopped on our stagecoach bus and ventured on our day-trip  to the Borders. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Scottish geography, The Borders refers to a collection of towns stretching 1,800 square miles in the Eastern part of the Southern Uplands of Scotland. Picturesque views of the countryside rapidly streamed past our bus windows as we climbed higher and higher into the more discreet towns of rural Scotland. The first stop we made along the winding roads was a beautiful overlook of the Scottish countryside (complete with some interestingly shaped hills) where Sir Walter Scott , the famous Scottish author and poet, would stop everyday on his horse to seek inspiration among the scenery.

Our group enjoying Sir Walter Scott’s favorite view!

 

We continued on through the plush, rolling hills to the gorgeous ruins of Dryburgh Abbey and Sir Walter Scott’s final resting place.  One of the most remarkable differences we have noticed between Scotland and the United States is their difference in age. Since Scotland has an extensive history,  every turn seems to take you to a relic with a story to tell.  As we wandered through the ruins of the Abbey, we followed the footsteps of the monks who lived there many years ago. We learned how life as a monk at Dryburgh was very strict: mass was done routinely six times a day and only one room was allotted for talking (this would have been a truly difficult restriction for our chatty Furman group!).

Dryburgh Abbey
Sir Walter Scott’s tomb

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our next stop on the journey was lunch in the quaint town of Melrose.  The Abbey of the town is well known for being the location of Robert the Bruce’s heart . Upon Bruce’s death, his heart was taken on a crusade by Good Sir James Douglas. When confronted by the Moors traveling through Spain, Douglas threw the heart before him and shouted :

“Lead on brave heart, I’ll follow thee!”- Sir James Douglas

Even though the battle did not end well, the heart was recovered and finally brought to Melrose Abbey.  Although Bruce was portrayed in the film Braveheart as being a coward alongside William Wallace, it seems like his heart ended up in the right place after all.

Melrose Abbey
Posing is a must with such wonderful weather!
Robert the Bruce’s heart

Before finishing off our journey, we made a quick stop at Abbotsford, the  residence of Sir Walter Scott, and then ended our day at Rosslyn Chapel.  Construction of the Chapel began in 1446 by William St. Clair. After a long period of abuse from both Oliver Cromwell’s and the harsh Scottish weather, the Chapel still stands!  Rosslyn is now Episcopalian and has a rich history including a dramatic story involving a murderous, vengeful mason who is said to be in the chapel, forever gazing down on the work of his apprentice. Although it boasts some stunning stonework, Rosslyn was not nearly as popular until its debut in The DaVinci Code. One of the greatest mysteries of Rosslyn is the contents of the vault that lies beneath it. Visitors have claimed  the Chapel hides the Holy Grail, Elvis, and some even say proof of extraterrestrial life is buried underneath. Each of us Furman students has our own hypothesis as to what the vault contains, but for now it still remains a mystery!

Inside Rosslyn Chapel

We would like to end this blog post with a special thanks to Dr. Armstrong. For the past month, he has had every group of Furman students over to his flat for a home-cooked meal. This week, he cooked chili for our flat and it was delicious! We believe Dr. Armstrong could have a new career as a Scottish chef! So, thanks Dr. Armstrong, for making us feel like one big family!

Dinner at Dr. Armstrong’s flat

Cheers!

Rachel and Jordan 🙂