Skye

I don't know actually, but I know it's family or Scottish because

he's buried in the Isle of Skye.

Okay, okay.

So right up the tip of Scotland, yeah.

This is regularly voted the world's most scenic railway journey to take you from Glasgow to the Scottish Highlands, where you're going to pass through Loch Lomond, some national parks, crossing over the Glenson and Viaduct, which is very popular in the Harry Potter fandom.

And this ends at the ferry port that connects you over to the Isle of Skye.

So you can easily combine this with some of the steam trains over there that are similar to the Hogwarts Express for a full experience.

The last one that I want to talk about is the Cinque Terre Express.

Okay.

Which is mad, really, isn't it? I was watching a programme the other day, and it was a police programme, And they were doing a mountain rescue on the Isle of Skye.

And again, they're all volunteers, these people.

Same as the helicopter.

We mustn't take even the evident steps of self-preservation until some blind seer stands up and says, yeah, now is the time.

You know, the Scots had that too with these funny movements in the Highlands like Conyach Ower, the blind seer of the Isle of Skye.

You know, it's the downfall of Calvinism, really.

You get this folk piety element in it that says, well, yes, you have to have the Bible, but you also

So I haven't had any dogman, bigfoot, wendels or sasquatches or abominable snowmen or yetis and any other of the big furry man type bear creatures.

I've had an officer who believes he saw a mermaid once at Canansie Cove in Cornwall and an officer who believes, and this is going to sound crazy, it was like a half man half stag type creature on the Isle of Skye about 20 years ago, but no Bigfoots.

It doesn't mean they don't exist.

I'm not saying that, because I think there's stuff out there in woods that we, and I'm open-minded, that we just haven't seen.

There I was, standing on a grassy cliff on the Isle of Skye, looking out over the Atlantic Ocean, and I was crying because it was so beautiful.

So overwhelmingly, impossibly beautiful that I couldn't quite believe I was standing there seeing it with my own eyes.

And also because the person I wanted most to share it with wasn't there.

She's still here.

And I'm getting to know her again.

As wonderful as Edinburgh was, the Isle of Skye was something else entirely.

I booked a three-day tour through the highlands and out to Skye, and before I left, I was worried about it.

I wondered whether I would feel lonely, whether everyone else would be traveling with their spouses or friends and I'd be the odd person out, whether I'd spend three days surrounded by people and somehow still feel completely alone.

Privet hedges.

just passing some buildings with a number of brands of whiskey on their wall and large vats behind i think it's a whiskey distillery or probably more truthfully a whiskey factory because it doesn't have any of the beauty of the Talisker distillery I visited many years ago at Corbost on the Isle of Skye past a shed that offers you Bingo then Aldi and straight on to some allotment gardens We're now passing some typical tenement buildings.

We've just pulled out of Dalmuir Station, nine miles from Glasgow Queen Street.

It serves an area of Clydebank, a place I knew quite well when I was working because my company had an office here.