We left the King’s Arms in Kyleakin on the Isle of Skye, drove across the bridge and up the coast and around Loch Carron to Strome Castle; where only a few outer walls remain.  The castle, due to its  strategic position on the headland between rivaling clans Mackenzie and MacDonald, passed back and forth many times over two centuries; often at the whim of whomever was a current royal favourite.  It was finally blown up in 1602 by the Mackenzies after forcing the MacDonalds to surrender, and has remained a ruin ever since.                       The castle certainly was in a lovely setting.                       Gotta love the wide and spacious Scottish roads.             Victoria Falls – not the big African ones, but still pretty.                                           This was once  a huge tree!We arrived in Inverewe at one o’clock and went to see the gardens.  I never tire of touring castles and gardens.      These little daisy-like plants all stretched toward the light.From Inverewe we continued north along the coast road with a stop at Ardessie Waterfalls.                                            Lovely, lovely countryside.

We checked out the Corriesalloch Gorge and the Falls of MeasachThe gorge is extremely narrow, sheer-sided and deep.  There was a second viewing platform further down the gorge that gave us a good view of the depth.  Ullapool is only 12 miles from Corrieshalloch Gorge and we arrived at the Caledonian Hotel at 4:30.  In the morning we  were catching the ferry to the Isle of Lewis to go see the famous Standing Stones.  These were the stones that were the inspiriation for the stone circle in the Disney animated film “Brave;” which is one of my favourite movies.

Dunvegan Castle has been home to the Chief of Clan MacLeod for over 800 years. They had an incredible collection of sabers and muskets that were displayed in circular and other patterns on the walls of the halls and rooms.  In the entrance there was a over life-size portrait of one of the early Chiefs of Clan MacLeod.  A man I know at home with the same family name was the spitting image of him.  It was really quite uncanny.  I really wished we had been allowed to take photos inside this castle.  It was really awesome!

We could stroll the gardens to our hearts content though so I satisfied myself by taking lots of photos of the flowers and plants. The water droplets from the recent rain made really nice patterns on these huge leaves.

We left Dunvegan several hours later and drove along the southern coast road past the Cullin Hills.  It was nice to have a brighter sky on this side. We drove nearly to the end of the Sleat Peninsula and Armadale Castle, seat of Clan Donald.  This castle was not being lived in and need a lot of restoration work. The grounds and gardens were very nice and an archery tournament was taking place the day we visited. We arrived at the King’s Arms Hotel at Kyleakin, Isle of Skye at 6 pm.  Kyleakin is right next to the bridge back to the mainland.  The next day we continued northward to Ullapool, ferry port for the Isle of Lewis.

The Isle of Skye sits very close to the coast of western Scotland and  is reached via a short bridge.  We had spent the night in Portree, the main town on the island and spent the day driving the main road all the way around .  As we drove up the northern coast the sky was heavily overcast and foggy; almost completely obscuring the craggy mountains and the Old Man of Stor.                                            Kilt Rock and Mealt Falls.  There were always lots of fuzzy friends wandering the hills and roads.

 Just around the northerly tip of Skye is the Cottage Museum.

The gorse was in bloom.  You do not want to fall into a bush of this!

A short distance down the road from the Cottage Museum is Kilmuir Cemetery, burial site of Flora McDonald, the woman that disguised Bonnie Prince Charlie as a woman and rowed him to safety after the defeat of the Jacobites at the Battle of Culloden in 1746. Our next stop was the Dunvegan Castle, the seat of the MacLeod of MacLeod, Chief of Clan MacLeod.

Our B&B near Ayr was just across the road from the water, and even though the weather had reverted to clouds with rain it was a nice setting. We checked out at 10 am and took the A82 road north and instead of taking the bridge across the inlet we drove the 16 mile scenic route into the Glen Coe Valley.  Sadly, with the gloomy weather the beauty of the area did not show its best side. Further up A82  was the Commando Memorial. In 1940 Prime Minister Winston Churchill devised the formation of an elite force that would be sent on raids along the enemy-held European coast with the intention of disrupting supply lines, convoys, communications, etc.  They were dubbed “Commandos.”  In 1942 the basic training center for the volunteer unit was in the Scottish Highlands.  The memorial is still an active site. The most-photographed castle in Scotland is Eilean Donan, home of the McCrae’s.  The castle sits at the end of a spit of land and is visible from quite a distance as you follow the winding road along the coast. Access to the castle is across a long stone bridge and walkway. Some hungry baby birds were in the rafters of one of the outbuildings.  There was a very nice view of the surrounding coastline from the castle wall.  The McCrae’s have a memorial to clan members who paid the ultimate price for freedom.  At the base of the memorial is a verse from Canadian Medical Corpsman John McCrae’s famous poem “In Flanders Field.”

We left the lovely castle at four o’clock and drove to Portree on the Isle of Skye where we spent the night at the Dalriada Bed and Breakfast.

The ferry from Oban to the Isle of Mull takes a little less than an hour.                 Duart Castle, ancestral home of the Maclean’s.

Oban is on the Scottish coast across the inlet from Craignure, Isle of Mull and Iona is the little island to the left of Fionnphort  (Google Maps does not show the ferry to Iona).  We arrived at Craignure at 12:45, drove across the island and boarded a small pedestrian-only ferry to the tiny island of Iona.  The heather was in bloom. The overcast sky we had in Oban cleared right off by the time to we arrived on Iona and it was a gorgeous day.

We wanted to go to Iona because the monastic community there was founded by St. Columba 1450 years ago, making it one of the oldest Christian centers in Western Europe.  The Abbey was the focal point for the spread of Christianity in Scotland.A man we know from home asked us to take a photo of his distant ancestors’s grave in the Iona cemetery. When he had come to Scotland several years ago he had found the grave, but the photo he took was not very good.  John and I wandered up and down every row and were unable to find it. (When I saw him upon our return he told me the grave was in a different cemetery on the island.  Oops. That would have been good to know at the time.) The Iona community is an ecumenical religious order that is still a site of pilgrimage.  The chapel at the Abbey is regularly used for worship and the Iona ministry has many facets of work in Scotland and around the world.

After our wander among the buildings of Iona we caught the foot ferry back to Mull and our car.

We drove the road to Duart Castle, hoping to be able to go inside, but it is a private residence and was not open to the public.  The castle was given to Mary Macdonald, daughter of the Lord of the Isles as part of her dowry when she married Lachlan Lubanach, 5th Chief in 1350. By the time we had looked around at Duart Castle we had no time to tour more of Mull.  We caught the last ferry of the day back to Oban and spent the night at Ard’s House just outside of Ayr.

We were lazy and didn’t leave the B & B in Oban until 11 am, but that didn’t matter because we were staying there again that night.   The  day  was  spent  wandering  around  Oban. As we walked around the town we quickly noticed the large coliseum-like structure on the hill so we went to check it out. McCraig’s Tower was funded by Oban local, John Stuart McCraig, an art critic. philosophical essayist, and philanthropic banker.  The wealthy man designed the tower himself in 1897 to be a lasting memorial to his family and to provide work for local stonemasons in the winter months.  There are 94 lancet arches with a circumference of 200 meters (650′).  McCraig had plans to build an inner tower that would be an art gallery and museum, however when he died of cardiac arrest in 1902 the project came to a halt and only the outer wall was ever completed.

The view of Oban from the top of Battery Hill was very nice. About ten miles south of Oban is Arduaine Garden (pronounced Ar doo A nee). The garden is located right on the coast, so from the forest walk you could see some of the small islands in Melfort Loch; which opens into the Firth of Lorn separating the mainland from the Isle of Mull and the Morvern Peninsula.Because we were spending the night in Oban we had a quieter day. We finished our tour of the gardens about four and drove back to Oban for dinner and an early night.

Our travels this day took us to Brig O’ Doon, the Burn’s Memorial and Gardens, then south on the road we drove the day before to Culzean (pronounced Cul-lane) Castle, north again to Hill House, and Loch Lomand before we arrived in Oban for the night.

We left Doonfoot and the Sherwood B & B at 9:45, under overcast skies and drizzling rain, and drove the short distance to Brig O’ Doon (which means bridge over the River Doon).

It was a short walk up the street to the Burns Memorial and Gardens.                                 I love these ivy covered buildings. After a lovely wander around the gardens we drove a few miles back down the road so we could see Culzean Castle, home of the Kennedy clan for over 300 years.Culzean had an awesome gated entrance and long winding pathway to the castle.  The castle  was  built  in  stages  between 1777  and  1792  and  until  recently  an   illustration  of  Culzean  Castle  was  on  the  reverse  of  the  Bank  of  Scotland  issued  five-pound  note. Gorgeous gardens.  The main castle above and a secondary residence located across the green below.  Unfortunately no photos were allowed inside but the castle, the setting, and grounds provided lots of photo opportunities anyway. 
The gardens were fabulous to walk through, despite the  gray  day. We did a tour of Hill House which was designed in 1902 by renowned Scottish architect Charles Renny Mackintosh for Walter Blackie (a publisher of children’s books).  Again no photos allowed inside, but the place was a real art-deco masterpiece. As we continued northward we drove along the shores of Loch Lomand.  Even if one can’t sing – which I can’t – one really has to launch into a few bars of the famous song.

The loch was just a flat grey expanse with the cloud cover, but further up the road we passed a body of water that had some gorgeous reflections. The west side of the Loch, where we were, edges the Trossachs National Forest.

We arrived in Oban at 7 pm and settled into the Chalhoss B & B.  Tom and Christine raise Gordon Setters, but all the dogs were kept in runs outside so no doggy fix that day.

On the other side of the River Cree which flows into Wigtown Bay there is the Martyr’s Monument.  At this location two women, Margaret McLachlan and Margaret Wilson were martyred for their refusal to renounce their Presbyterian faith and swear the “Abjuration Oath” established by Charles II to bring back Catholicism to Scotland by the imposition of rule by bishops.

The group of people who became known as the Wigtown Martyrs were three men, who were hanged and the two Margarets, one elderly and the other a teenager, who were drowned.  In an effort to make the women sign the Abjuration Oath they were tied to stakes in the Wigtown Bay at low tide on May 11, 1685 and slowly became submerged as the tide came it.  D    Drumtrodden Cup and Ring Marked rocks, near Port William We passed this lovely entrance garden as we walked to Glenluce Abbey, which was our last stop of the day. Not very many of the walls of the large Abbey complex remain, but since the place was initially built between 1191-92, one shouldn’t be too surprised.  That any of it is still standing is pretty amazing.The abbey was constructed by Roland, Lord of Galloway as a daughter house to Dundrennan Abbey, which we had visited on our way to Kirkcudbright. From Glenluce we drove the coast road north to the Sherwood Bed and Breakfast at Doonfoot, which is just south of Ayr.  Kirsten, at the B & B had a lovely big black Lab named Sally so I even got a dog fix.

I came across another travel blog recently that had an image of the day’s journey included.  With all of our going back and forth on this trip in Scotland, I thought that was a great idea, so I have gone back to the previously posted blogs (Days 1 – 4) and inserted a map of each day’s travels and will have a map in the future blogs of this series.

The overcast skies and light rain continued.  We drove around the southwestern coast of Scotland from Kirkcudbright to Doonfoot, on the outskirts of Ayr.

Before we left Kirkcudbright we toured MacLellan’s Castle; built by Sir Thomas MacLellan, provost of Kirkcudbright, in the 1570’s. At 11:30 we were on the road to the ruins of Cardoness Castle.  The castle was built by the MacCulloch’s in the late 1400’s.It was a wet trek up the hill to the castle.  Since these buildings were clan strongholds as well as family homes they can usually be found on a high point of ground in the area, or at a strategic meeting of roads, borders, or rivers.

Nor far from Cardoness we stopped at another castle, this one on a spit of land protuding in Wigtown Bay near the opening of the Solway Firth.  Carsluith Castle was built about 1560 for  Richard Brown. Situated all over Scotland, in fields, on hillsides, and near the coast you will find burial cairns or standing stones or rock circles.  The first one we visited was the Cairn Holy which were burial chambers  from between 6,000 to 4,000 years ago. Further into the field we could see another set of cairn stones, but it was too wet to trek through the grass to see it up close. (Continued in Part 2)

From Caerlaverock Castle we followed the road northwest along the east side of River Nith, crossed the river and skirted under the major city of Dumfries,  then continued southward back toward the Solway Firth.   Orchardton Tower is located about 4 km (15 miles) east of Kirkcudbright.

The tower is thought to have been built by Sir John Maxwell about 1456. Our last stop of the day was Dundrennan Abbey, founded by Cistercian Monks in 1142.  These ancient abbeys were huge. Many of them have been added to over the years, or re-built after a fire or some attack that destroyed it and then enlarged each time.  It constantly amazed me that all of these stone blocks were quarried, sized and shaped, and placed by hand.  No modern tools.  No lift equipment.  Just hard work and brute strength and many, many, many labourers.

We arrived at our B&B in Kirkcudbright at 6 o’clock.  After we settled in and had some dinner we went for a walk around town.  The light was lovely and it was a beautiful evening; and I loved all the colours.  We met a lady on the street and I asked her how the name of the town was pronounced.  In normal Scottish fashion they leave out or run over most of the letters.  It is Ke-coo-bree.  I would never have figured that out.