Return to Eilean Donan


The day of our return to the mainland brought us lovely skies and a view of Eilean Donan not to be surpassed.  Though our second visit to the castle, like the first, was at low tide, Eilean Donan's beauty was stunning, surrounded as it was with azure skies reflected in the loch as in a mirror.  It didn't take long, however, for the skies to change once again, as we continued our journey.

A Few More Highland Lochs

Loch Cluanie was created in the 1950s by the building of a dam for hydroelectricity.  It lies in Glen Cluanie, halfway between the Isle of Skye and Loch Ness.  We did not return to Loch Ness, however, but continued on a different route that eventually took us south.

Loch Garry forms the headwaters of the River Garry, which flows through the glen of the same name.  In 1539,  a  royal  charter  for  Glen  Garry  was  granted  to

Alexander MacDonnell, whose sept of Clan Donald came to be called MacDonnell of Glengarry.  Our view looking down on Loch Garry was breathtaking.

Loch Leven - On the far side of this loch, at the foot of the Mamore Mountains, is nestled the little village of Kinlochleven.  We drove around the loch and into the village, parked, and walked to the foot of the mountains to see the Grey Mare's Tail.

The Grey Mare's Tail


 Three Wee Lasses at

 the Grey Mare's Tail

Aptly named, this plume of water is at the end of one of the highest falls in Britain.  The three young ladies we encountered there had taken the scenic route home from school to find us with our camera.  They seemed amused that a woman of my age, not exactly dressed for hiking, would take off her shoes and stand in a pool of water below a waterfall.  The photo they watched John take does look a bit silly, which explains why it isn't here.   Their photo is much cuter (but not for sale, downloading, or copying).

Rannoch Moor



About an hour after leaving the lasses, we passed by Rannoch Moor.  Described by Robert Louis Stevenson in his novel "Kidnapped" as a weary looking desert, it may sometimes in fact appear as a grey-clouded emptiness.  However, it sometimes is a heather-clad beauty.  When we arrived, it was an ethereal scene conjuring up ghosts of kilted warriors and sounds of mournful pibrochs.  But ... a mere two minutes passed before the shroud of mist lifted and blue skies covered Rannoch Moor as they had Eilean Donan.


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