The Isle of Skye is a land of weather and endless sky. I have travelled to so many places. Yet my heart remains on Skye. It is a photographers paradise. I was entranced, as corny as it sounds, by the sky. I spent hours sat on my own gazing up at it. Letting my mind wander as the clouds ebbed and flowed. Scattered light. Shafts of brilliance. It mesmerised me. I became that annoying bumbling driver that all the locals hate. Slowly chugging my way around the Isle. My mind generally far from tarmac in front and firmly over on the horizon. I tracked the sky for days. Up Up and Up went my eyes. Drifting.