As with a lot of these photos from my previous life, I can't remember what year I went. I guess it was around 94. I can usually remember what I was reading though. I read a book by Henry Roth, about a small Jewish boy growing up in New York. I also remember it being so windy, that someone had put wooden planks across the window of the house where we stayed, just in case the glass blew out.
From the look of it, I was going through an over exposed black and white period.
The castle below isn't actually Skye. It's Eilean Donan, the Kyle of Lochalsh. If you've seen Highlander, the movie, you may remember it.
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