I had never actually heard of the Isle of Skye until it was mentioned by Jean's Mum that she wanted to take us there during our stay.
I remember looking it up on Google images and thinking how it looked like a place straight out of a fantasy movie, and that could easily been a home to dragons and other mythical creatures.
It was literally just as amazing as the images. The landscapes like nothing else, and the whole place dotted with white cottages and sheep. It was just magic.
Late in the afternoon we arrived in the village of Staffin, where we would stay for the next three nights. The sun was just setting beyond the mountains, and that would be the last of it until the last morning.
The following days were grey, but not short of beauty. We hunted down the dinosaur footprints, visited a castle, the Fairy Pools and the Fairy Glen, ate lunches in old pubs, watched a waterfall over the ocean.. we really did so much, it is hard to even recall it all.
And on that last day, I awoke to sunshine reflecting off all the white cottages through our bedroom window. The cottage where we had been staying, had paddocks backing onto a cliff edge, with an outlook to the Scottish mainland. So I made a cup of tea, pulled on my wellies and climbed over the stile to watch the sun over the sea.
Pure perfection and a wonderful sight for the last morning, and before the long trip back to Edinburgh.