My traveling companions had all bailed out—tired or not feeling well, they had either stayed at the B&B or were out exploring elsewhere. I was determined to find the Fairy Glen Isle of Skye. We were halfway through a three-week trip through the highlands and the islands of Scotland, in June 2008.
There was a strong storm brewing. I could feel it in the chilly wind that tried to claw its way under my sweater, and the lowering skies that blocked out the sun.
The Fairy Glen Isle of Skye
The six of us (my parents, my husband and I, and my two girlfriends) were now on the Isle of Skye, Scotland enjoying four nights at the Lodge at Edinbane, a lovely old haunted hunting lodge.
I was off on my own in one of the two rented cars, exploring areas near Uig, as our hostess had told me how to find the legendary Fairy Glen Isle of Skye, Scotland.
I found the turn she described—not signposted or marked in any way—and followed this narrow winding, barely one-lane ‘road’ up, up and up…past a couple of rambling farms, and into an odd little place with perfectly conical hills on either side of the road.
After a couple more turns, I came to a bit of a clearing—still surrounded by those odd hills—with trees growing sideways, seeming to caress the ground with their spindly branches.
A lone foxglove grew where one touched the ground as if they were tender lovers, frozen by the approach of a human. I parked the car and started to climb up the path that led to the hill beyond the clearing.
The grass was thick and somewhat mushy from all the rain that had been falling, but I sallied forth and climbed. The rocks were mossy under the growth, but sometimes jutted out, stark white bones against the verdant cloak.
I reached the top, and came to a bowl of grass, with rocks towering up on three corners around it. People had evidently been here for years, arranging the stark white rocks into shapes.
There were hearts on the ground, arrows, circles, and cairns at various places. That’s when I noticed that the storm was about to arrive—dark, gloomy clouds began to gather closer, and I realized that the trip down the hill might be a bit treacherous, even without more rain.
I carefully made my way back down, though not without several slips and slides, one of which made sitting down a bit tender for a while. I made it back to my car just in time, as the rain started drip dropping on my car.
I had found it, but I wished I had more time to enjoy the Fairy Glen Isle of Skye. I would be back.
Fairys have a long history in Skye, but this area doesn’t have any old stories or magical legends attached to it. Apparently, it is simply called Fairy Glen due to the hidden, otherworldly, supernatural atmosphere surrounding the area and there is only one road that leads to this magical place.
One of the basalt topped hills is called Castle Ewen. It’s a natural rock formation, though it does look like a ruin. You can climb or scramble up the narrow path for a stunning view.
If you creep around behind it to the low cliff, there is a hidden cave where it is said if you press coins into the cracks, you will have good luck.
However, the locals continually attempt to keep the Fairy Glen Isle of Skye in its natural state, so please don’t make adjustments, build anything with the rocks or leave anything behind.
The Fairy Glen Isle of Skye is breathtaking and picturesque because of the unique geological formations that resulted from a landslip (or was it built by fairies), waterfalls, ponds, and rolling hills.
It is easy to imagine entering a magical realm full of whimsical fairies hiding in that rock crevice, running into that cave, or peeking from behind that gnarly tree.
Wandering among these lush, vivid hills exploring and observing the trees and flowing water, I feel I have entered into a fun dream where whimsical fairies have led me to their magical land, the Fairy Glen Isle of Skye.
Come and join me to see if you can find your happiness hiding just behind this waterfall, over this hill, or maybe up this tree.
Christy Nicholas is the Author of Ireland: Mythical, Magical, Mystical; A Guide to Hidden Ireland
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