Skye and the voyage of Atlantis
A new day dawned and at least the rain and wind had given up. Highlanders castle looked almost stunning in the sun (yes we had sun) and the car packed, Skye was the next location. The drive towards Skye was not long but the sunshine made all the difference.
What beauty after such weather, the colours as the grey clouds lifted. Maybe it needed such rain to wash away the grey.
Again there was a soundtrack to accompany all this landscape and this time I picked. There was a little less desire to keep all the grand music as the days before so light-heartedly I decided to 'shuffle'. I wont say what I shuffled, but close friends will guess that some of the picks made for odd sounds. If only I had reached Banana Splits. (For the younger readers google is available as well as many other search engines).
Approaching Skye is - so I was told - now a simple run. The bridge at the mid-point connecting the two lands is yet another show of Man's engineering skills. There is a point when you drive up the bridge you do think it wont end but then you hit that crest and behold Skye.
The place has yet another character, another beauty and another feeling. To really see Skye would take another couple of weeks which was sad as time was against. But there was the chance to sit and view.
Then came the choice. Drive on down Skye and find a ferry. Or. Atlantis. Even the name gave that almost desire to see. (Building up here). Many will know what Atlantis means - lost cities? or TV prog?
Ok so by now I have twittered and FB'd this enough. But what is it.
Well Atlantis is a ship. Which had glass viewports down below the waterline. I just cant keep it up on here.
The chance to take a ship out (no they would not let me be Captain) and see under the water was much better than a drive and a ferry.
So here is what we saw.
Yes thats the deep waters of Skye sound. Well maybe 6 feet deep.
It was fun and different. I kept thinking of all the jokes but just let the twitter/FB run its bit.
The hour long trip went around the Skye sound (so to speak) and as if on request, two RAF Tornados buzzed over head. I of course enjoyed, others well not so.
And did I see lost cities or sunken ships or Atlantis itself (SGA for those who dont know) - as Hitch-Hikers once said stress is not good so quick answer - No.
Back to the car after a trip around the Kyle of Lochalsh and onwards to Fort William. Now here is where music was not all it needed to be. I picked a shuffle and it shuffled. At one point however to one piece I almost thought the Tornados where back. Any guesses add as comments.
As I write this blog late now in Fort William, I do wonder who reads. I have said this often and wonder if they ever get anywhere. I do have a group of friends who enjoy what I write.
How many others write with no friends? Who keeps logs.
Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow is a train day, hopefully steam one.
Atlantis found, Highlander seen, a MacDonnell scarf bought.
Blog-on!
