October 27th & 28th
Set off to the Isle of Skye for the weekend with the International Society. The bus ride was long but was broken up by stops along the way. The landscape is breathe taking and it seems like you are driving through the moors of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Hounds of the Baskervilles. The mountains and the seascape are something that only pictures can describe. The tour was mostly driving from one beautiful site to the next, then briefly getting off the bus and wandering for a few minutes and then boarding the bus and driving to the next stop. Made it back Sunday around 8, I was a frozen ice cube. The weather was very cold, rainy, but the weather added to the mysteriousness of the Isle. The pictures can describe better than I can.
Set off to the Isle of Skye for the weekend with the International Society. The bus ride was long but was broken up by stops along the way. The landscape is breathe taking and it seems like you are driving through the moors of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Hounds of the Baskervilles. The mountains and the seascape are something that only pictures can describe. The tour was mostly driving from one beautiful site to the next, then briefly getting off the bus and wandering for a few minutes and then boarding the bus and driving to the next stop. Made it back Sunday around 8, I was a frozen ice cube. The weather was very cold, rainy, but the weather added to the mysteriousness of the Isle. The pictures can describe better than I can.
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