The Quiraing by ejn

Photography • Landscape • posted on Oct 03, 2008

Open full image in new tab Zoom on image

Hover over top left image to zoom.
Click anywhere to exit.

Members remain the original copyright holder in all their materials here at Renderosity. Use of any of their material inconsistent with the terms and conditions set forth is prohibited and is considered an infringement of the copyrights of the respective holders unless specially stated otherwise.

Description

The Quiraing On past the Old Man of Stoor is the village of Staffin with the Sound of Raasay to the right and flat moor land like terrain to the left.A short way on from there is an area known as The Quiraing, a lonely desolate area with peculiar rock formations that dominate the area. A good place for a refreshing walk but as you can see in the image rather prone to misty clouds and rain closing in at a very fast pace.In the old days the locals would hide their cattle and sheep up there from marauding rustlers.On the other side of the mountains in the distance is the coast and the final burial place of Flora MacDonald who aided Bonnie Prince Charlie in his escape from the British on Skye. In my gallery there is an image of Loch Sheil where Bonnie Prince Charlie sailed up to start the Jocobite rebellion so I guess this image has a connection in that it was on Skye that he fled back to France Maybe some of you will remember this song...for those that don't know it then it gives another insight to history and Skye. Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing Onward, the sailors cry Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye. 2. Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar Thunder clouds rend the air Baffled our foe's stand on the shore Follow they will not dare. 3. Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep Ocean's a royal bed Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head. 4. Many's the lad fought on that day Well the claymore could wield When the night came, silently lay Dead on Culloden's field. 5. Burned are our homes, exile and death Scatter the loyal men Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath Charlie will come again.