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Ferry to Armadale, Skye .Then Portree. Home for 8 nights.

18 Oct


We had arrived in Armadale on the 4pm Ferry from Mallaig. The sky on Skye was cloudless. Immediately, we were struck by the awesome natural beauty all around us. The drive to Portree gave a tantalising taste of things to come. We passed an isolated pub on the main road. (Isolated was to take on a new meaning as the week progressed!)

Opposite the pub, in view of the Black Cuillin Range, was a campsite where motorhomes and a few caravans were pitched in ideallic scenery.

PIC OF THE DAY.   Cuillin hills, Skye.   June 2007.  Pic by Donna Murray.

Our new home for the week ahead, Seafield House, Portree was found fairly quickly at the termination of a lane leading down to the very edge of the sea at Portree. This massive house, sleeps ten , has three bathrooms and oodles of character. We did a quick explore of all the rooms, like children at Christmas, then nipped out to buy logs from the local garage. We did not need the warmth. It was just a decorative flickering flame in the family sized lounge.


Next morning, energised by the surroundings, we strolled into Portree town where we stocked up with local produce, wherever possible, then explored the place on foot. We could see  Seafield House from the area around the two youth hostels. You cannot miss them, they are brightly painted and compete with each other for attention. One was being repainted, obviously due to the weather being so kind, dry, sunny and warm. After a lunch back at the house, we headed across to Talisker Beach and hopefully the distillery if we had time.


The one mile walk from where we had to park at the junction of two farm tracks, quickly turned from rural to marine environment. We were greeted at the car park by noisy cattle and a friendly, stocky , black cat. He seemed to have quite a bit of feral cat in his background but was calm and gentle enough to be fussed by our toddler! Cattle gave way to sheep, then rabbits and playful crows and unidentified birds of prey. This place is a must visit destination. Emotionally stirring and too beautiful to describe here.

There is at least one waterfall from those headland cliffs seen above. They fall directly into the sea. The beach has a dark volcanic element to it with a ridge of pebbles running down into the greyish sands to the water.

talisker-beach-pebbles           Somewhat reluctantly , we made the slight climb back through the farm buildings, watching the rabbits avoiding the hawks but obviously enjoying the warm sun. Back in the car we skirted around the curious cows and drove back to Portree. The Loch at Talisker, yet again, shocked with it’s fresh beauty and tranquility. Everywhere we looked, we had new vistas to gasp at. We took so many photographs, I even learned to hide my finger from the lens! The distillery had to wait for another day.


Talisker Distillery makes, unsurprisingly, Talisker Malt Whiskies. Skye’s Whiskies. One is a hefty 57 ABV. We could not wait to take the tour as the timing clashed with our toddler’s regime. Small children are not allowed in the industrial areas either. We had a good look around the display area and I bought a bottle of  “Port Ruighe”. A single malt, finished in Port Casks, this beefy 45.8% example lacks the burnt match edge of other Taliskers. (Subsequently tasted at home, it is a definite “keeper” for special friends and occasions.” Recommended.”) We now had six different malts for my chums to try out. They had better remember my next birthday!

Click on the pics above for better closeups. Two lovely VWs adorned the car park. Who said that the scenery could not be improved?

In the distance, you will find an adventure camper , later obscured when we left by a modern motorhome. The clouds were only temporary.