About The Cuillin
There are many great groups and photos of Skye which include great shots of the Cuillin. So why start this group? Well, the intention is to create a group from people who know the Cuillin, from spending time amongst them, on the ridge in all kinds of weather. People, who like me actually take pictures as a secondary pastime to being in the environment itself. People who like me cringe when the word `hill` is ever mentioned in conjunction with the Cuillin. Anyone who has been in the Cuillin knows how un-hill like they are.
So photos are very important (as this is a photography site), but any stories/history/prose etc that can be shared would be equally welcome.
'An Cuilithionn'/'The Cuillin'
Who is this, who is this on a bad night,
who is this walking on the moorland?
The steps of a spirit by my side
and the soft steps of my love:
footsteps, footsteps on the mountains,
murmur of footsteps rising,
quiet footsteps, gentle footsteps,
stealthy mild restrained footsteps.
Who is this, who is this on a night of woe,
who is this walking on the summit?
The ghost of a bare naked brain
cold in the chill of vicissitude.
Who is this, who is this in the night of the spirit?
It is only the naked ghost of a heart,
a spectre going alone in thought,
a skeleton naked of flesh on the mountain.
Who is this, who is this in the night of the heart?
It is the thing that is not reached,
the ghost seen by the soul,
A Cuillin rising over the sea.
Who is this, who is this in the night of the soul,
following the veering of the fugitive light?
It is only, it is only the journeying one
seeking the Cuillin over the ocean.
Who is this, who is this in the night of mankind?
It is only the ghost of the spirit,
a soul alone going on mountains,
longing for the Cuillin that is rising.
Beyond the lochsof the blood of the children of men,
beyond the frailty of the plain and the labour of the mountain,
beyond poverty, consumption, fever, agony,
beyond hardship, wrong, tyranny, distress,
beyond misery, despair, hatred, treachery,
beyond guilt and defilement; watchful,
heroic, the Cuillin is seen
rising on the other side of sorrow.
Sorley Maclean.
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Additional Information
 This is a public group.
- Accepted media types:
- Accepted content types:
- Photos
- Screenshots
- Illustration/Art
- Accepted safety levels:
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