Eilean a’ Cheò
It was sometime just after dawn on a cold and rainy late September day in 2003 that I first saw the shadowy cliffs of the Isle of Skye rising from the stormy sea. Arriving there that morning pretty much ruined any plans I had for seeing the rest of Scotland, as I wasn’t able to leave until it was almost time to fly home, nearly a month later. And again in the autumn of last year, I got ‘stuck’ for two and a half months. I’m sure it wont be the last time…
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