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Hiking up to The Old Man of Storr on the Isle of Skye. By the time we got down we were cold and soaked from the driving mist but for now it was still fun.

We’ve made it out to the Isle of Skye, the largest island among the Inner Hebrides and a major tourist destination in Scotland. If you think of iconic Scottish landscape, this is it. Rugged mountains, windswept glens, medieval castles, picturesque fishing villages – the Isle of Skye has it all. We’re staying in Portree, the biggest “city” on the island but it’s a pretty modest place.

There was a lot of white knuckle driving on the winding roads out here but the scenery was petty fabulous

More of that scenery on the drive

Getting here was a bit of a chore. Basically the narrow, winding roads with buses and massive trucks coming around sharp corners are driving us a little crazy. Mark lives in fear that we’re going off the road on his side (we haven’t, yet) while oncoming traffic hurtles past us just a couple inches from my side of the car (we haven’t hit them, yet). There’s a reason we prefer buses and trains for our commuting, but some of the places we’re going in Scotland are just too remote for public transportation to work.

Based on a recommendation from our London-based friend Luba, we made lunch reservations one day at a Michelin-listed restaurant on the far side of the island. When we realized just how unpleasant it would be to drive there (and that driving would mean I wouldn’t have any wine at a pretty fancy place…) we decided to hire a driver to take us there and back. Such a treat! Donda, probably in his 60s, has lived on the island nearly all his life and we’ll just say the traffic conditions didn’t bother him in the least. And we learned that he likes people from all over the world with one exception. Perhaps like a lot of Scots he really doesn’t like the English!

One weird (and unpleasant) thing about Portree is that nearly all the restaurants close on Sundays and many or most Mondays as well. Since we were there Sunday through Tuesday it was a real problem for us. Usually you can at least count on the restaurant in your hotel to be open but even that was closed. (Just one of many strikes against the least-favorite place we’ve stayed in a while.) Fortunately we stumbled on a nice restaurant – Dulse & Brose – that was open for lunch and the manager took pity on us and squeezed us in for dinner as well. And the next night too! So we survived.

Here I am high above Portree, hiking in perfect weather. Sadly that wouldn’t last. Oh, and sadly I discovered that these particular hills were really tick-infested. Yuck.

A major reason to come out this way is to hike, and we did plenty of that. A lovely smaller hike the afternoon we arrived and a longer, more substantial hike the first full day before we took off across the island for our fancy lunch. Both days the weather was really nice. On day three (our second full day) we decided to brave the Scottish roads and drive around a peninsula near us where there was supposed to be some great sights and some good hiking.

After just 15 minutes or so we got to a trailhead heading up to one of the island’s top sights, a rock formation known as The Old Man of Storr. So we parked and headed up without really knowing what we were getting in for. I mean, there were lots of cars there and plenty of people so it can’t be that intense, right? Turns out it was a pretty significant hike up, maybe an hour or so. And by now the weather had changed substantially so there was a pretty strong wind blowing mist on you the whole time. Bottom line is that the views weren’t as good as we’d hoped and by the time we were done we were drenched and cold. So we headed back to town to find dry clothes.

From here we start heading south, two more stops in Scotland and then the Lake District in England. Until then, here are a few pictures of our Isle of Skye experiences.

After lunch we did a nice little hike right from Portree. We didn’t know it at the time but that little thing sticking up on the far mountain is the famous Old Man of Storr.

A view of colorful Portree from the start of that hike

The Portree harbor on a sunny day

More great scenery from above Portree

The next day the weather had changed but the early part of our hike wasn’t too unpleasant

Mark has reached The Cathedral, a formation right next to The Old Man

Working my way up there

And me up there

The trail continued up for maybe 15 minutes beyond those rock formations up to that outlook so I kept going

On a clear day the view from up here is supposed to be fantastic but … you can see how much of a view I had!

The weather wasn’t great and the views weren’t what you would see on a clear day, but this is still pretty cool

Three Chimneys, a Michelin-listed restaurant in the middle of pretty much nowhere

Before going in for lunch we wandered a bit to soak up the atmosphere

And by atmosphere of course I mean the sheep

Here I am inside with a Scotch 75 (like a French 75 but with whisky) waiting for my gourmet lunch. There were six other people in the room we sat in, all of them Americans.

Speaking of food – this is Mark’s Sunday roast lunch, a very British tradition. It was so good we went back and had the same dish for dinner (when it was pretty badly over-cooked).

And Mark at a strange Indian place for lunch. The food was fine but for most of the time we were there it was completely empty except for us. This in a town where tourists are desperate to find something open.

And one more good meal. On our last night we had a 30-minute walk to a restaurant on the other side of Portree called The View. We loved the food, the setting, and, well, the view. This was probably the best table in the house!

The View was part of a hotel that had this front yard. I so wish we’d been staying there instead!

Flowers on one of our hikes

A lonely boat in the port of Portree

Another lonely boat, this one just outside The Three Chimneys

Just another landscape

And finally, Mark’s masterpiece

Mark and Jim at Balmoral Castle, just 15 minutes away from Braemar

Here we are in the Scottish Highlands and we are loving it! Our first stop is a town called Braemar, deep in Cairngorms National Park, the biggest national park in the UK. The natural beauty captivated Queen Victoria and Prince Albert back in the mid-19th century and so they bought what is today Balmoral Castle just a few miles from here. In the best McMansion tradition they tore down the small, old castle and spent three years building Balmoral. I don’t know how all the royals after her felt about it but this was certainly one of Queen Elizabeth’s favorite spots as well. And I have to say, based on our little stop here you can trust their judgment.

There’s a lot to see here but not necessarily a lot to say. That is, it’s a stunningly beautiful place and so we spent large parts of every day hiking in and around the mountains. The weather cooperated beautifully – sunny with scattered clouds and temperatures from the high-50s into the 60s – so we had ideal hiking conditions. And that’s pretty much it, so I think pictures are going to tell most of the story.

On our first afternoon in Braemar Mark did a couple-mile hike out of town on the River Dee. He never saw a soul and fell in love with both the landscape and the cool misty weather.

Besides a lot of hiking we did a morning trip up to Balmoral, where you can buy tickets to tour the grounds. We didn’t really know what to expect but figured “How bad can it be?”

We are so glad we did it! They have started to allow tours inside the building but tickets are seriously limited and we didn’t try it far enough in advance. Maybe that would have been great but just walking the grounds, soaking up the atmosphere of the castle, and gaping at all the flowers was pretty fantastic. Definitely worth doing the next time you’re in the area.

It’s worth saying a word or two about our hotel here, The Fife Arms. It is simply one of the most beautiful hotels we’ve ever stayed in. It’s history goes back to the mid-19th century, opening as a classy hotel just after Balmoral was finished. And for much of the last half of the 19th century and up to World War I it was very much a place to see and be seen. It bounced back a bit during the inter-war period but by the 1960s it was pretty run down.

The Fife Arms Hotel

Finally just a few years ago a British couple that owns a fancy art gallery bought it and spent a few years restoring the hotel in a magnificent way. The minute you step in the art and the furnishings and the colors just grab you. Fantastic and varied public spaces practically beg you to sit for a spell. All that and a great restaurant, too. Rarely does a hotel deserve so much praise but this one is truly worthy.

The reception area of The Fife Arms. That’s a Steinway Spirio, the kind like ours that plays itself. So evenings if you passed through or took a break here you had live classical music.

A very cosy lounge

Mark on the staircase going up to our room

Here I am at breakfast

Deer hunting is a big thing up here, so this bad boy was keeping watch in the restaurant. And yes, venison was on the menu.

Jim relaxing on the lawn. We were there not long after it opened and so there were few people initially, though eventually the crowds started arriving.

Balmoral flower gardens

More flowers

There was a common thread of purple and blue colors all around the grounds. Made me pretty happy!

A gate to some of the gardens. Originally developed by Queen Mary in 1923, the initials at the top of for King George V and Queen Mary. A hundred years later King Charles oversaw a significant rebuilding, so his initials along with Queen Camilla are below.

Balmoral is built near the River Dee, so part of our walk about included walking along the river

Mark at Duck Pond on a hike we started together

At this point the trail is still pretty easy

A little further along the trail

While Mark headed around on a relatively level loop I headed up, up, up on the big mountain overlooking Braemar

Working my way up, you can see Braemar way below. The trail continued up for a long way but eventually the town was out of sight.

And here I am a very happy guy at the top

The view from the top of the world

At higher elevations the hillside (mountainside?) was covered with these bushes and their red/pin/violet flowers. From way below it all looks brown but up here it’s alive.

The bridge is the start of the Queen’s Drive trail, named because it was one of Queen Victoria’s favorite drives in the area. And the bench was pretty striking.

The Queen’s Drive was a beautiful trail through the woods

More woods along Queens Drive

Turns out Mark liked the bench

Another day, another hike, this one with a view of Braemar. That hill behind it is the one I’d climbed the day before.

The town’s steeple and the little creek that runs through it down to the River Dee

I loved this isolated house a few miles from town

Some wild life not at all far from town

And Mark’s favorite wildlife

York Minster looming over the bustling streets of the old town

Next up was another two-night stop, this one the city of York. I found it a little odd to see all the signs referencing “York” without a “New” in the front but you wouldn’t really confuse the two cities. And somehow it felt appropriate to come to this namesake town after visiting the original Cambridge just a few days ago.

Founded by the Romans in AD 71 at the confluence of the Ouse and Foss Rivers, the city has a bit of history behind it. Perhaps most important, Constantius I was serving as Emperor here – one of the original four Tetrarchs when Emperor Diocletian decided the empire was too big for one man to rule. When Constantius died in AD 306, the troops quickly proclaimed his son Constantine his successor. Constantine, of course, went on to overthrow the tetrarchy, become sole emperor, convert to Christianity, and relocate the capital of the empire from Rome to Constantinople. In other words, he was kind of a big deal.

Some of the medieval city walls are still standing

And a more recent big deal is Judy Dench, perhaps England’s greatest actress, who was born here. Sadly though we didn’t see her.

The main tourist attraction here is the Cathedral, known as the York Minster. Begun in 1220 explicitly to rival the cathedral in Canterbury, it wasn’t completed until 1472 and is today the second-largest Gothic cathedral in Northern Europe. Mark was here some 33 years ago and remembered it almost magically, the massive size and beautiful architecture. And after all these years and all the cathedrals that we’ve seen since then it still packs a pretty powerful punch.

Most impressive here are the enormous stained glass windows, some of which date back to the 12th century. The window on the east side of the church – furthest from the entrance – is the largest expanse of medieval stained glass in the world. Perhaps even more impressive are the 53-foot high windows known as the Five Sisters. Painted in a monochromatic gray, they are simply stunning, unlike anything I’d ever seen.

These windows blew me away

To go along with just wandering around the Minster, we took a “tour” up to the central tower. I call it a “tour” because even though it was advertised as such it was just an opportunity to climb the 275 steps to the top of the tower. Because there’s only one set of stairs and they are quite narrow tickets are sold for a specific time: everyone goes up together and then you come down before the next group starts. The views were nice but for me most fun was listening to the woman in front of me act like she was going to die climbing those 275 steps. It was quite the show.

Otherwise the stop included a bit of wandering around the old town, a nice run and a couple long walks along the River Ouse, some decent food, and even a little shopping. From here we’re off to Edinburgh so we’re leaving England for a couple weeks. I’ve never been to Scotland so this will be a big adventure for me!

Mark enjoying perfect weather and a pre-dinner cocktail in a lovely square. What’s not obvious in this picture is that there is a guy in back of him with a microphone and big speaker singing show tunes very loudly and very badly. Made the whole experience decidedly imperfect.

After touring the Minster and climbing the tower we sat in a little park to read while enjoying this view

The view from the top of the central tower

Flying buttresses seen while climbing to the top

Boats tied up along the River Ouse for miles outside the city

This statue of Queen Elizabeth – head of the Church of England, of course – was added to the front of the Minster in 1977 in honor of 25 years on the throne

Back inside the church

The massive East Window, depicting stories from the Book of Revelations

Enjoying an excellent Perfect Manhattan

After our first lunch Mark went in search of a haircut while I wandered around. And then I stumbled onto said haircut in action!