DAY 5 (Glencoe to Skye) …
When we woke up, we were pleasantly surprised by the view outside our window, as it had been dark when we arrived. Pamela served us a romantic little breakfast (complete with candles) in her dining room and when I tell you she made the BEST SCONES I’VE EVER HAD IN MY LIFE, I am being completely serious. I keep trying scones (for research purposes, of course) and some are quite tasty, but not as good as Pamela’s.
After breakfast, we ventured out on foot, to check out the village of Glencoe. It was absolutely dreamy, cozy, and beautiful. Everyone says the light in Scotland is just different and it really is. I don’t know the science behind it, but it is NOT like the light we have here in the states.
After checking out of our room, we headed towards the Isle of Skye, making sure to stop at all the little spots along the way. We hit like shops, view points, and we had lunch in a little fishing village that I can’t recall the name of right now. One of my favorite stops was in Glenfinnan. I didn’t even realize where we were, when I spotted a stunning church next to the road. It turned out to be St. Mary & St. Finnan Church, which happens to be just down the road from where you can view the Jacobite train, crossing Glenfinnan viaduct (from Harry Potter). We were lucky enough to get a glimpse of the train and the viaduct, as we were driving! Unfortunately, it happened too fast for me to get a photo.
Once we reached Mallaig, we bought a few groceries for our stay in Skye, before getting on the ferry. If you know me, you know how much I love love LOVE ferry boats. They are nostalgic and romantic, and just all around awesome. It was a short (30 min) ferry ride, but a pretty small boat so we could feel the waves. My husband gets motion sickness and was tired/stressed from driving, so he sat down and took a nap, while I ran all over the ferry boat with a giant smile on my face. I went up top, despite the wind and rain, and was living my best life.
When we got off the ferry in Armadale, we realized that our directions for the airbnb were from the bridge, not the ferry (we had planned to take the bridge, but our SatNav had other plans…probably user error again), and we had no cell service or internet on our phones. We were lost, but didn’t have much choice than to try and find it ourselves somehow….which we did not. Ha! We did, however, see a postal carrier and Ben said, “Let’s stop and ask him.” and I was like, “Ask him what? We don’t even have an address to where we are going!” It was raining and almost dark, so he thought it was worth asking. So, Ben is like, “Hey, we’re trying to find our airbnb…all we know is that it’s in Lower Breakish and it’s a big white house.” and I shit you not, this postman asks, “Oh, Hector’s house?” Are you freaking kidding me?! Yes, we are looking for Hector’s house! Turns out he knew him personally (as did several others in town…more on that later) and delivers his mail. Suffice it to say, he saved our butts, and we made it to Hector’s house right before the sun set.
Our stay was a 2-story, one bedroom apartment that was connected to a larger house. Hector had left us a bottle of champagne and a little Anniversary! I paired it with some of the tea cakes that Jo + Liam gifted us. ;)