Let's move to the Isle of Skye | Money | The Guardian

Let's move to the Isle of Skye | Money | The Guardian

What's going for it? The Isle of Skye can't possibly exist. Surely it's one of those mythical, mystical, magical places of lore, and maudlin ballads found on Celtic Moods CDs at supermarket checkouts. But there it is, right under my feet. Skye tends to attract those who buy into all that legend, so prepare to dodge your fair share of "artists" and "craftspeople" selling lurid watercolours of seals, wooden otters-a-play and the creative knick-knacks of downshifters who've left the city to find peace. See through the mist and the myth, though, to Skye's bones and you can see what the fuss is about, particularly in the extremities – like the three northern peninsulas. The real Skye? Maybe you'll never find it (he wrote, mystically), but my bet is on the Stein Inn at twilight, looking out to the loch after a nip of Talisker.