Where was I? Oh yes.
In our last Isle of Skye adventure, we were having a picnic lunch on the hill overlooking the quaint fishing harbour of Elgol. The midges left us pretty much alone. They were probably more interested in our nearby dining friends.
Now back to the Road to Elgol. From Broadford it really isn’t that far, and you’ll be rewarded with some pretty stunning scenery. As well as some vestiges of normal, every day island life.
We couldn’t help but notice that leaving Elgol gave even better views than driving to Elgol. So, you know, a few stops were warranted. As you do.
Like these, the Beinn na Caillich, or as the locals call them, The Beinn. They’re also known as the Hills of the Old Woman and also Red Hills to us mere non-Gaelic speaking mortals. You can definitely see why.
And below, here’s what The Beinn gets to look at every day. She sits right above Loch Slapin, the village of Torrin on its banks. You can click on this pic for the full effect.
This little bend in the Road to Elgol contains a double whammy. Not only are The Beinn on one side, but the other? The majestic Bla Bheinn, aka Blavin. These guys are not messing around.
(Below is another panorama – click and enjoy)
Now once you’ve filled up your memory card or received that annoying iPhone storage is full warning, go ahead and do what you need to do to make space because there’s some ruins in a few miles that need your camera’s full attention.
Cill Chriosd, or Christ’s Church, sits just past the eponymous Loch. The ruins are difficult to find on google maps, but you can’t miss it while driving. It kind of stands out.
Legend says that there has been some form of worship taking place here since the 7th century. The current ruins were probably originally constructed in the 16th century to replace a medieval church. Now it serves as a graveyard and snacking location for the local lawnmowers, as my photographs and video below show.
I’ve always been a fan of graveyards. They make excellent subjects for photographers and every stone is different, tells a story of the person or people buried below. The story this church’s yard told me were that there were quite a lot of MacLeods and MacKinnons laid to rest here.
There were also quite a few who had died abroad in wars or after emigrating, like Charles who moved to Australia. I’d like to think they finally found their way home.
Now back to the ruins.
Obviously these little guys are used to folk like me and my partner interrupting their grazing. They barely even gave me the light of day.
After all, they had some ruins to keep neat and tidy!
You’ve been such a great sport waiting around for me to finally deliver on my promise of a time lapse drive around the Isle of Skye. Before I embed my wee vid, let me explain a little of what you see.
We turned on the time lapse function on our little Canon point and shoot in Broadford after the drive down from Portree. The spot takes you down the Road to Elgol, then back and around south to the Sleat Peninsula and finishing at our little B&B in Ardvasar.
Now you may recall that so far in our five-day strong trip this little venture had not worked even once. Not in Loch Lommond & The Trossachs. Not in the gorgeous beyond words man-I-wish-we-recorded-every-single-second-of-the-Highlands. And not even when we passed over the Skye Bridge. So we weren’t very hopeful.
And when it finally worked, it only took about three years for me to get off my arse and put it to some inspiring kick-butt music for you to view.
You may now pass.