Day 3 — Letting the Highlands Set the Pace
Day three on Skye began without urgency. An amber weather warning for snow and ice had settled over the Highlands overnight, and rather than pushing on, the morning was spent waiting it out. From the window, it was a quiet kind of anticipation — watching the gritters move along the roads and seeing the landscape slowly wake beneath a soft, winter light. There was no rush to be anywhere. Just the Highlands doing what they do best, setting their own tempo.
When it was finally safe to move, the day unfolded gently. Instead of chasing big viewpoints, I found myself drawn to the smaller details that often get overlooked. Highland cows standing patiently against the cold, their coats thick and unbothered.
Mountains catching pockets of light as the clouds broke, glowing briefly before slipping back into shadow. Scattered huts, simple and weathered, sitting comfortably in their place within the land.
Later, time was spent wandering through the heart of Portree. No fixed plan, no ticking off locations — just walking, observing, and letting the town reveal itself at its own pace. Winter has a way of stripping things back, and Portree felt quieter, more intimate, shaped by the season.
Some days in the Highlands are about covering ground. Others are about listening. Day three was firmly the latter — a reminder that sometimes the landscape tells you when to slow down, and it’s best to pay attention.
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