Sleat from Skulamus, you appreciate the contrast fully, especially if you have already toured some of the Island first. You will notice the differences that earned Sleat its ‘garden’ title – differences that give Sleat, in places, an ‘English’ flavour. As Otta Swire comments: ‘Trees abound... every house of any importance has its woods and lawns as in England. Rhododendrons are plentiful and in the spring the bluebells and primroses could vie with Kent. The road is bounded in many places with the type of hedgerow which one associates with Devon lanes, hedges of hawthorn, wild rose, and elder’.
Yet there are also many places where the ‘feel’ is truly that of Skye and the west of Scotland. From Skulamus you first encounter flat moorland and a landscape dotted with island-studded lochans, across which Loch Eishort is sure to catch your eye. It is only as you pass Duisdale, for several generations belonging to the MacKinnons for services as standard bearers to the MacDonalds of Sleat, that a noticeable change occurs. Near magical Isle Ornsay, the road heads away from the coast, and passes by Loch nan Dubhrachan, once inhabited by a monster (The Beast of the Little Horn).
Not far from the loch a minor road loops round to Ord, Dunscaith and Tarskavaig, a splendid drive with many opportunities to patrol the beaches on Sleat’s northern coastline, gazing across Loch Eishort to the mountainous country beyond.
Armadale merely serves to underscore the ‘southern’ feel of Sleat. The castle, built in the 18th century, is attractively set amid woods and lawns. There is some lack of certainty about when Armadale was built. One record claims it for Alexander Wentworth of Sleat, born in 1775; another, published in 1725, mentions a ‘place of residence, adorned with stately edifices, pleasant gardens and other policies called Armodel’; while yet earlier records detail, in 1690, how Armadale House was burned by the King’s fleet.
Sleat does not end at Armadale. Beyond lies Ardvasar, quite a large township on Armadale Bay, and beyond that the scattering of buildings that comprise Aird of Sleat, the final gateway to southernmost Skye at the Point of Sleat.
South-East Skye
With the opening of the bridge between Kyle of Lochalsh and Kyleakin in 1995, the Island, in a sense, lost its isolation, but gained a speedier link between island and mainland, although in reality only the summer months ever saw any significant delay. Quite what the effects will be only time will tell: maybe the tiny ferry that plies between Glenelg and Kylerhea will sink (hopefully not literally) under the weight of purists shunning the bridge in favour of traditional ways of reaching the Island; perhaps someone will devise a bridge to Kylerhea, and blaze a wide road up to the Bealach Udal and down Glen Arroch. (Thankfully, that latter option doesn’t make any kind of economic sense.)
In this first foothold corner of Skye lie the highest summits outwith the Black and Red Cuillin. Just east of Kyleakin, on a small promontory, stands Castle Maol, sometimes referred to as Dun Akin. The main wall was massively damaged in a storm on 1 February 1948. The castle is claimed to have been the residence of a Norwegian princess, known as ‘Saucy Mary’, who may be the princess who lies buried on the summit of Beinn na Caillich.
Typically, this ancient ruin, the very first thing that used to be encountered as you crossed onto the Island, is a classic example of the quagmire you descend into the moment any inquiry is made into the fascinating history of Skye.
Much of Skye’s history is well documented, but the truth about Castle Maol is obscure. According to legend, the castle was built in the 12th century by Mary, who is said to have devised a chain across the kyle from a point below the castle, to prevent foreign vessels from passing until they had paid a toll. One book, however, records: ‘The older part [of the castle] is thought to date back to the 10th century; while the newer portion is possibly early 15th’. It was certainly there in 1513 that a meeting of clan chiefs met to raise Sir Donald MacDonald of Lochalsh to the status of Lord of the Isles. Jim Crumley (The Heart of Skye) claims that Beinn na Cailleach ‘marks the burial chamber of an 8th-century Norse princess who lived at Castle Maol’. Seton Gordon (The Charm of Skye) plays safe, and only ventures to suggest that the princess ‘may have been the same proud ruler who dwelt in Caisteal Maol’. The truth is, it doesn’t matter. No one knows for certain, yet so much intrigue and fascination flows from this one crumbling edifice, and sets a standard by which inquiring minds will clatter away ad infinitum over myriad similar circumstances and queries that Skye has to offer.
A short way round the coastline you reach the Sound of Sleat, and Kylerhea, the place where drovers used to cross thousands of cattle each year to the mainland, at slack water, linked nose to tail, and the first tied to a rowing boat. It must have been a fascinating spectacle, the more so because, as Gavin Maxwell recounts in A Ring of Bright Water, the sound was visited from time to time each year by killer whales.
In the opposite direction you head around the coast to Broadford, through an area, still wooded, but not as densely as previously, that is part of an ancient Caledonian forest.
The hinterland of south-east Skye, between the A851 and the kyles, is wild, rugged and unforgiving, no place for noviciate exploration. With the benefit of experience, however, this rough terrain will provide hours of adventure, and stakes a worthy claim to the attention of all walkers who venture on to Skye.
WALK 1.1
Gleann Meadhonach, Loch a’Ghlinne and Dalavil
| Start/Finish | Roadside parking (limited) on minor road to Achnacloich (NG622068) |
| Distance | 12km (7½ miles) |
| Total ascent | 255m (835ft) – mostly on the return journey |
| Map | OS Explorer 412 |
Sleat is not renowned for an over-abundance of walking opportunity. Though possessing a fascinating coastline of rocky inlets and tiny beaches, the hinterland is a troubled landscape of heathery knolls and boggy, lochanridden moorland, punctuated sparsely by man’s efforts to win a living from it. That he often fails is evidenced by the ruined crofts and agricultural buildings that dot the scene, though some, as along this walk through Gleann Meadhonach to secluded Dalavil, are as a result of clearances carried out on the Island during the 19th century.
Leave the minor road that links Kilbeg and Achnacloich by turning onto a broad track, part of the Clan Donald Land Trust, that descends to a barrier and then continues uneventfully, save for a number of passageways through deer fences, into the undulating landscape of Gleann Meadhonach. This is a lovely, peaceful landscape, typical of remote Skye, and a great pleasure to walk.
When the broad track ends (at NG617058), another, less substantial and prone to minor bouts of bogginess, takes over and leads across the Abhainn a’Ghlinne Meadhonaich and its tributary burns a number of times. A quiet approach may well be rewarded with glimpses of otters and adders, while an eye on the surroundings hills may spot a cruising eagle or herd of deer.
Walking in Gleann Meadhonach (Walk 1.1)
Eventually you arrive at a ruined croft (NG603056), close by a deer fence, with Loch a’Ghlinne in view ahead. The loch is a favoured haunt of wintering whooper swans.
The route continues through the deer gate and along a waymarked path (boggy at times) into the woodland of Coille Dalavil. This area is protected from sheep and deer and is a Site of Special Scientific Interest by virtue of its colonies of dragonfly, damselfly and lichen.
The path continues
