I dream with my eyes open, of a place I haven't been... the Isle of Skye... this fascination, this feeling of being drawn to Skye, it's pulling on my heartstrings... Will I be able to go to the land of Skye, one day and walk the land, the rugged seacoast and write of it, as my forebears did? Dreamer... poet... bard... ejovj ... a landscape of wild seas, mountainous coast and the roar of the waves on a stormy day and night.