About 6 weeks ago, I gave you the last installment of my travel tales -- leaving you hanging at the Highland Park distillery, chewing on some whisky.
But. There is much more to tell about my trip to Scotland and Ireland. Let's catch up, shall we?
After our day in Kirkwall, we sailed through the night . . . and woke up to this magical view. . .
The Isle of Skye!
Now this . . . was just breathtaking! I'm pretty sure we just stood out on our veranda and giggled! Moody, broody Scotland . . . at its finest!
Our ship was actually anchored in the midst of a bay, surrounded by islands. We took tender boats to shore -- to the city of Portree.
(That's our cruise ship, there in the far background.) (Tender boat not pictured.)
The little town is charming . . . just like something out of a movie set or a storybook!
My sister and I had signed up for a group hike around the island. We met up with our tour guide -- and set off! The trail was pretty rustic -- muddy, boggy, and steep. But just incredibly beautiful! (Plus cows! And sheep!) (And no bathrooms. At all. I had to pee in the woods on the Isle of Skye. . . )
Here . . . I'll let my photos tell the story!
After our hike, we enjoyed some time hanging around in Portree -- a quite picturesque little town with excellent fish and chips!
(I kind of felt like I was in the middle of an episode of Doc Martin or something.) (Although I know that show was not filmed/set in Scotland. Just sayin.)
And this? Here's my sister, in her handknit sweater from Kirkwall! (In front of the pink building. Because of course! My sister love, Love, LOVED pink as a little girl. And some things never change.)
Join me next week when I tell you all about our rainy afternoon in . . . Belfast, Northern Ireland!