Heading out to Neist Point, the most westerly point on the Isle of Skye, filled us with hope for a nice coastal hike with views of the Neist Point Lighthouse. The initial trail while steep and rocky in places was quite passable.
It appeared that the local farmers had brought in some Rocky Mountain Goats to give their sheep a course on how to walk among steep cliffs. They were adept at traversing the terrain and nursing young lambs on the edge of a three hundred foot precipice.
Di is checking out the abundant sheep sharing our pathway.
It appears some of the tourists didn’t get the memo about staying away from the cliff edge. (Thanks Di for the picture)
Following the tail along the ridge led us to a small lake high up on the plateau. The surrounding ground was spongy and wet. It soon became obvious that every step was an adventure in just how high the water would come on your boots. After trying many potential avenues to pass the lake we chose one that seemed to have the least water. After stepping on a grassy hummock with a sense of humour my foot promptly disappeared into a black hole of tannin water and filled my boots. I wimped out and decided I was having more fun with dry feet and sloshed my way back to the car.
With only slightly soggy feet we departed and drove to Dunvegan Castle where we ate our lunch while sharing our blood with the local midge population.