UK fine art landscape prints by David Ross

Isle of Skye

Fine art landscape prints – made with love

A love-letter to the magical Isle of Skye – one of my favourite places in Britain.


I’ve probably spent more time photographing Skye than any other area of Scotland. That will come as absolutely no surprise to anyone who has ever spent any time on Skye; it gets under your skin and draws you back again and again. The Romans called Skye the Winged Isle, a reference to its shape, with long peninsulas like Waternish and Trotternish jutting out like wings. They also called Skye the Isle of Mists, a name that pretty much says it all. Like anyplace on Scotland\’s wonderful west coast, Skye can be shrouded in rain and mist for ages, only for the weather to suddenly clear and reveal an extraordinary landscape of fabulous geological formations, mountains, rock needles, small lochs, and hidden glens.

This is a magical place, no more so than the aptly named Fairy Pools, in Glen Brittle, where crystal clear pools slumber under the looming dark peaks of the Black Cuillins. You can take a boat trip from Elgol to explore Loch Coriusk, in the middle of a ring of jagged hills. Elgol itself is a common destination for landscape photographers, offering as it does marvellous views towards the Cuillins, especially at sunset. If you cross the headland below Elgol you’ll come to Prince Charlie’s Cave, where Bonnie Prince Charlie hid from his pursuers. Though the caves have historic interest, the rock formations here are incredible.

If push came to shove and I absolutely had to name my favourite place on Skye I’d have to vote for the Quiraing, that extraordinary jumble of rocks that juts out from the Trotternish Ridge near Staffin. But the Old Man of Storr rock needle would come a close second. No, wait, maybe I’d opt instead for the Waternish Peninsula, where you get the most wonderful sunsets and views west towards the Western Isles. Or the Coral Beach, north of historic Dunvegan Castle. The beach is actually composed of small bits of broken coral, and looks for all the world like it belongs somewhere in the balmy Mediterranean.

Sigh. Maybe I’d better give up and admit that I love ALL of Skye, and I can’t wait to get back again.