National Geographic : 1961 Apr
tempered bronco as she staggered along the uncomfortable and salty way, pounding and punishing herself and us. But she could take it, and what did we care? Those gloomy mountains were beautiful, too, and this was the Isle of Skye. It was the famous Skye Week in Skye, the last week in May, and we would soon be in. Quarter of an inch, indeed! It took us three hours, spray in the face, spray in the ears, salt in the eyes. North About by Scottish Shores We were bound on the most wonderful cruise offering anywhere in the northern Euro pean world-Clyde to Clyde north about, 494 around beautiful old Scotland by her lochs and her canals and her glorious isles (map, pages 496-7). Our ship was a chartered Dutchman, a stout, seaworthy, and comfortable vessel with a strong diesel down below and sails enough to drive her along very nicely with anything like a favorable wind. She had been a fisher man in the North Sea once, but now she had three good cabins and a nice saloon below, a reasonable galley-even a bath. She was the ideal means of seeing Scotland from the sea. With her, we could go anywhere, even round those stormy Western Islands, and have our own accommodation when we got there.