Peggy and Simon flew all the way from Sydney and Abu Dhabi for their Isle of Skye Elopement. For the longest of time I have been dreaming about shooting in the moody Isle of Skye. The place of fairies, unicorns, misty mountains and excellent whisky. The place of such incredible beauty that I can’t even find words to describe it. It was incredible.
My dream takes me to the Isle of Skye,
A place of peculiar beauty and soul touching magic.
I step on this land for the first time in my life
Yet my heart knows I belong here.
I’m not a mere stranger. I even have my own path.
A warm mist swirls around me,
And covers my sight,
So I let my heart guide me,
And I follow my path.
It’s a trip for the senses, not for reason or thought,
It’s a discovery of scents and intoxicating feelings,
Of mind numbing words and earth shattering touch.
Every step that I’m taking changes me inside out,
Yet I follow my heart. I stay on my path.
My heart starts beating faster
And the mist falls apart,
I can see clearly now,
But what am I looking at?
There’s someone coming towards me,
A stranger at first, a friend two steps closer, and a lover two steps closer than that.
And my soul knows your soul before a single word is spoken
You reach out your hand to me and sigh while you whisper,
“You’re here … at last…”
I wake up and find myself on the Isle of Skye,
A place full of beauty but no soul touching magic.
There’s no warm mist, no path just for my senses,
There’s only a cold sun, a clear mind, and thinking aplenty.
I’m all alone walking in foreign places,
So I turn around to find my way home,
But my heart rebels and then starts beating faster,
A warm mist descends over me out of nowhere,
And I hear a familiar whisper, “You’re here … at last …”
– Ada Ireland