Getting ready to ride the rails! We travelled on the West Highland Line, famed as one of the most beautiful train rides in the world.
We had some beautiful views of the Highlands from our train.
After the train ride, it was time to get on the ferry.
Naps were required during the 2.5-hour ferry ride, to ward off sea-sickness.
I learned what “sea legs” are, and that I have “land legs.”
Watching for the Isle of Eigg!
Calling in at the rugged Isle of Rum.
Sarah, queen of the rock. And Timmy.
Our first clear view of Eigg. She’s a beaut!
That big rock sticking up is “An Sgurr,” which means “The Notch” in Gaelic.
We set off to explore a bit as soon as we arrived.
Home Sweet Home!
The biggest bonfire I’ve ever seen.
There were sparklers and fireworks all around.
We tried, with limited success, to mingle with the locals.
There was no heat, but we were pretty snug inside with our wood burning stove.
This little furball lived on the croft where we were staying.
There were cows as big as houses on the island!
After wandering into a bog, we learned where the expression “bogged down” comes from.
Sue told us there was a trail marked out to the top of the cliffs. She told us to “follow the blue dots.” We didn’t know what she was talking about, but we finally found some…on our way back. It was more fun to pick out our own path anyway!
It was pretty special and different to be surrounded by endless ocean instead of endless land.
We climbed up to the cliffs behind our bothy to see what we could see. There was a beautiful view back to the mainland.
We were staying on the more populated side of the island. With only around 100 inhabitants, “populated” is a relative term!
We usually woke up to find various assortments of animals at our door. Flora the sheep was a regular.
We were staying in a bothy, which you can see here. It was like a one-room stone cabin. The beach and the peaks of Rum were at our front, and An Cruachan, the cliffs, were at our back.
We saw some people gathered for some kind of service on Sunday morning. There is a small church on the island, but they were gathered outside with some bagpipes.
There was lots of support for Scottish independence on the island. It was easy to see why, as London seems like another planet when you’re up in this territory.
There are some interesting ruins sprinkled about the island. Some of them are very visible, like this one, and others are overgrown with moss. I was standing in a grazing field one day and realized that I was in someone’s living room–the bumps in the grass were the outline of a house foundation!
Timmy showed us some beautiful tide pools along the beach.
Sarah and our new friend Timmy.
Several dogs from the island tagged along with us as we explored the island. Timmy the terrier was particularly persistent.
Wading in the North Atlantic in November! The air was warm, but the water was freezing.
We were staying in Cleadale Township, which was a cluster of a few crofts (smallholding farms) on the northwest side of the island.
We had a side view of An Sgurr.
The Isle of Rum, as seen from Laigg Beach on the Isle of Eigg.