I often get asked what brought me to Raasay, so here goes. Back in 2013, I decided to go travelling. I had been to the Highlands in a previous life and had always wanted to come back to visit Skye. At that time, I had also realised that every beautiful place up here had a train station. So armed with that information I began my trip. Between trains, public busses and the power of my thumb after 2 weeks I arrived on Skye, ending up in a hostel in Broadford. I was cold, wet and miserable. The only other nights accommodation booked in advance was at Raasay House. I was a bit naive to think that there would be public transport on a Sunday to take me from Broadford to Sconser. This was indeed non existent and with only an hour before the ferry departed I decided to let fate take charge. I would stick my thumb out and if I got to the ferry terminal in time I would go to Raasay and if I didn’t get a lift, I would use plan B. Slight oversight though… plan B hadn’t actually been put in place!
As soon as I stepped onto the shores of Raasay, I was home
The ferry journey was spectacular and indeed the Island and Raasay House was magnificent too… This old seat of the Macleods of Raasay had been rebuilt after a catastrophic fire and was in its first season as a Hotel.
It transpired I had been this way before
I always thought I had originally come to the Isle of Skye when I was about 8 years old but photographic evidence does not conclude this. My father had always said that we had gone to Malliag and turned left. Later, when I did that journey I didn’t recognised anything, then my sister came across some photographs and there was the evidence. I had been to Skye on holiday when I was about 15, travelling from Kyle of Lochalsh on the ferry, then driving up to Uig then down past Sligachan. Both times passing Sconser. What I remember the most about the holiday was big mountains and little white houses. When I drive through Skye, I have thought about that time and I am convinced that Brays was the place I remembered, but maybe it was over the sea to Raasay.
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