Kilt Rock was an adventure for us. It was the slowest day we had on Skye. The weather was very wet and even stormy. Originally this was the day we wanted to go up Old Man of Storr. Conditions however prevented that. And I learned one thing: in Scotland, if people say: do not go up in these conditions! Please, don’t do it. It can be really dangerous.
So, we didn’t. Instead we spent the day traipsing around Portree, looking into just about every single one of the nice shops there and do some shopping for food. Back at ‚The Cowshed‚ we settled down in the huge community kitchens and prepared our meal – after which we took a break in our pod, in order not to get soaked. We watched the rainy curtains come in form the sea, leafed through our newly acquired books. I took a nap with Sammy, cleaned my lenses. But after some time we got that itch to get out and about. The skies had the slightest promise of improvement, so we dared to go out. We took the less beaten track from Uig to Staffin via Quaraing. It’s a beautiful view up there, even if one blow has soaked your jeans through. Who cares?
We came down at stopped at the Kilt Rock Waterfalls. Now this was the actual adventure. I parked the car at the alotted car park – right in front of a pond. I usually take a few seconds to pull the handbreak. Well, these seconds were enough to give us an idea of what wind can do to a car. It rolled back a few centimeters in direction of the pond. We took the risk anyhow and headed out to the platform. To this day I am amazed that I managed to get a picture that is sharp. In fact, almost all of them are! I think that’s the magical power of the stabilizor that should ususally be turned off when your camera is on a tripod. But in this case it made the pictures possible – together with our crazy moves to protect the camera from the wind with our coats. Well, apart from way to much spray on the lense, it worked out fine.
While we were standing there, working on getting images, we were of course mostly looking out to sea. Which is why turning around made our hearts skip a beat. A huge, seemingly solid wall of black clouds was constantly blown from the mountain range over our heads out to sea. It was very dramatic, but also very much worth it.
However, in my mind I am pondering how to get an exeptional picture from the Kilt Rock. It’s not that easy because, unless you have a boat or a drone at the ready, there is only one way to approach it and that’s the platform. Well, next time, we’ll see what is possible. For now, this is it.