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| The black, sinister water surrounding the causeway, to and from the Eilean Mòr. It put me strongly in mind of a mythical character that used to frighten me as a child - Jenny Greenteeth (although *I* always called her Jenny Greensleeves). Even though I lived in a desert, I was always afraid she'd come out from somewhere and get me! |
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| This is the very picture I used to stare at as a child, and which filled me with such fear. Really, the picture says it all. Jenny Greensleeves (as I shall always call her) lives in ponds and lakes and murky waters waiting to grab the ankles of unsuspecting children and pull them to their death! |
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| Back on dry land! A wee stream running beside the path. |
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| Isn't this smashing? A reproduction of the tunics worn by all those fabulous Medieval knights in the grave slabs! |
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| On of many various abandoned buildings and foundations seen on my walk back to the main road. |
Was the black water sea water? Just wondering - as the water around Dunvegan is very black and glassy.
ReplyDeleteOoh, Jenny Greensomething! Funny how you got the name mixed up!
Mairi! I always thought she was Jenny Greensleeves as well!!!!! I love this place! It looks wonderful!!!
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