Faerie Glen, Uig, Isle of Skye, Scotland.
Tucked away in a remote corner of the world (also known as the Isle of Skye) is the Faerie Glen (Google: 57.583767,-6.325122) where fairies dwell among miniature mountains and tiny, trilly trees. A mere mortal passing through might mistake this landscape as one of sharply peaked hills with a smattering of shrubs, but he would be wrong on all but the most surface level.
We approached Uig from the north after traversing the eastern portion of the Trotternish Peninsula where we had already visited the Storr, Quiraing, Kilt Rock, and Lealt and Mealt Falls earlier in the day.
Uig’s seeming small-town normality doesn’t even hint at the treasure that is secreted so nearby. But my husband and I knew better than to be deceived by Uig’s quaint charms. We passed along the western edge of Uig (seen above) on our way to the south side of town where, assuming our luck held, we would find the road to the Faerie Glen.
Our time was short because evening was approaching, but what better time than in the fading light to possibly catch a glimpse of an elusive fairy. As if by magic, a path materialized beside us leading through a mini-mountain pass. Was this the work of nearby fairies? I have my suspicions.
From the top of the path, looking back, we had a nice view of the rocky tower known as Castle Ewen, which is the highest peak in the Glen. Castle Ewen can be reached on a path with a trail head just on the other side of the road from the lay-by. But, alas, the fairies had conspired not to make this path known to us, and its existence remained hidden until after we had returned to England.
Beyond the mini-mountains and away from the road is a wide pasture with evidence of the existence of sheep, but it seems that fairy sheep are elusive, too. However, a waterfall in the distance made for a nice distraction from the fairy-sheep hunt. We did not hike over to the waterfall, but…
We were so sad to have to leave the Faerie Glen, especially having not seen any fairies. Perhaps we were too loud. Or maybe they were still at dinner.
As we drove away, I continued to take pictures, hoping to capture just one more image of this magical place that might later reveal a hiding fairy peeking out from behind a rock or a patch of grass. Sadly, no fairies were captured, but photos of a beautiful and memorable landscape were.
Also captured was a change that had occurred while we spent time in the Faerie Glen. The road we had driven down earlier seemed more magical somehow. Was it because of the change in light or were we still being affected by the invisible fairy dust that must have been floating in the air in the Glen?