Isle of Skye, UK

After our time in Edinburg, we headed to the Isle of Skye in the Highlands of Scotland, where we enjoyed fantastic drives along the coast full of beautiful scenery and lots of sheep. I left the 46th section of the poem at an adorable little cafe called Red Skye in Upper Breakish, where I feasted on mussels and beer yet again. This section of the poem sums up the whole vacation, pretty much.

"Allons! We must not stop here, however sweet these laid up stores, however convenient this dwelling we cannot remain here, however sheltered this port and however calm these waters we must not anchor here, however welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted to receive it but a little while."

And finally, I left the 48th section of the poem at a fantastic beach we found on the Isle of Skye. Rather than sand, the beach was made of pieces of white coral. I had fun sifting through and finding pieces to take home. As we were walking back from the beach, I realized I hadn’t left the open road card and found it had fallen from my pocket somewhere along the way.

"Allons! Yet take warning! He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance. None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health. Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself. Only those may come who come in sweet determined bodies. No diseased person, no rum drinker or venereal taint is permitted here."