We left Ballachulish and Glencoe on a drizzly morning for the beautiful Isle of Skye. We planned to visit the Glenfinnan Viaduct (pictured above) along the way. The Viaduct is a rail bridge that follows a sweeping curve over the valley of Glenfinnan and its rail links the ports of Oban and Mallaig. Most of the trains that run on it are modern passenger trains, but once a day the steam locomotive, “The Jacobite” does a run with its billowing funnel of white smoke. For most of our drive the railroad runs alongside the main road separated by only a thin line of trees. As it happened, we ended up racing that locomotive for much of the drive to the viaduct. I kept asking Sarah to take photos of it out the window, but they were always unrecognizable blurs. I blame her technique instead of the continuous line of arboreal occlusions whizzing by.
From the Viaduct we drove to the wee port of Mallaig to catch the ferry to the Isle of Skye. After a short passage on the small ferry we landed at the even smaller port of Armadale. It’s technically a port, I suppose, but really it’s just an unattended ferry pier. After a small navigational difficulty, we found Armadale Castle of the MacDonald clan. It’s an oddly pleasant juxtaposition of meticulously maintained grounds and formal gardens and an empty castle husk that nature has been slowly reclaiming.
After our castle excursion we wound our way north through the Skye stopping at a few places to take a some photos. Our B&B on the island stood in an area named for the nearby loch, Snizort (pronounced, SNY-zort). There’s no way to say that with a straight face.