11 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

06/11 Island of Skye, Scotland

The West Coast of Scotland was absolutely gorgeous and we still hadn’t seen any bad weather.  Trekking along the coastal cliffs and the Island of Skye can only be described as a religious experience.  This is God’s country.  Gardens touched by the finger of God.  A clouded island littered with crofts and memories of the day before Culloden.  Those arctic trails had their secret tales.  I would stand on the edge looking out onto the ocean in awe, my only concerned that nobody else was standing anywhere close to me.

It rained
and down
from the mountain it came
down
to kiss the sea
because
all must come to be
free.

We headed south into the Lake District.  I had crossed paths with many English who had told me this was the most beautiful place in all of Great Britain but I learned that none of those people have traveled down the west coast of Scotland.  It was beautiful in its own right.  We roamed along the shores of many lakes scattered through the Lake District, prepared car made sandwiches and took off our shoes to let our drive weary feet take refuge in the cold British water.  It was as good a place to relax and breathe in nature.  We were scheduled to eventually drop the car off in Liverpool and cross the channel over to Dublin but we still had a few days left on the car.  When we reached Liverpool we only stopped for a bite to eat and proceed southwest into northern Wales.