We were back on Skye this morning to reshoot a few locations because of high winds and rain yesterday when we drove past what looked like a load of wool and meat strewn across a bend in the road by a beautiful waterfall. Andy and I both thought the same thing at the same time. “My God, a sheep has exploded! Bits of it all across the road. Weird or what”

Bits of sheep all over the road

Bits of sheep all over the road?

We spent the next 4 or 5 miles wondering what had happened. Was it hit by a lorry? Did it trip and fall off the nearby mountain. My favourite notion was that it might have eaten some new kind of hybrid heather crossed with cabbage which built up an incredible about of intestinal gas inside the poor animal until it just blew up? Exploded like a woolly balloon.

exploded sheep?

exploded sheep?

We arrived at the Sligachan hotel nested in a huge empty valley surrounded by incredible towering peaks to find the conditions were actually worse than yesterday. Howling winds and horizontal rain that actually hurt as it struck our faces, so we waited inside and grabbed a quick bite for lunch hoping the weather would improve. It did a bit, it changed to howling winds and 45 degree rain which still hurt when we stepped outside. So… we gave up. Nobody can film in thise conditions without a camera in an underwater housing.

We headed back towards the mainland and about ten miles from the Skye bridge we approached Exploded Sheep Corner again and decided to pull over to try and film the waterfall which was protected a bit from the wind and rain as it was in the lee of a massive granite cliff. When we walked towards the bits of sheep that we’re scattered for 10 meters across the road I began to puzzle again as to the cause, but when I crossed the road and took a closer look the answer became clear.

They were, in fact fish!

They were, in fact fish!

The bits of white were not wool, they were bits of fish! Hundreds of fish heads and vertebra, all the flesh picked off eaten or stripped by something.
So the plot thickens. What had happened?  A fish fall? We assumed it was a box of fish heads that was being transported by lorry somewhere and maybe was blown off in the very high winds. There’s nothing like a good puzzle to take your mind off the journey and before we knew it we were approaching the wonderful Eilean Donan Castle, standing on a small island with a picturesque bridge to the loch shore. Within minutes we were scrambling over rocks and crouching behind trees and plants to find the best places from which to film it.

The wonderful Eilean Donan Castle

The wonderful Eilean Donan Castle

Exemplary Scottish Castle of Eilean Donan

The weather allowed filming of the exemplary Scottish Castle of Eilean Donan