Crossing over to the Inner Hebrides, the rhythm changes. In Skye, the "Misty Isle," the landscape feels supernatural. Between the jagged teeth of the Cuillin ridge and the emerald pools of the Fairy Glen, you start to believe the old folklore.
But it’s in the smaller details that the true sense of place emerges: The clink of rigging in a quiet harbor at dusk. A Sense of Place: A journey around Scotland's w...
That is the true journey: not just seeing the sights, but finally arriving at a place that feels like it has a soul. Crossing over to the Inner Hebrides, the rhythm changes
