The Black Cuillin from Glen Brittle - the Isle of Skye, Scotland

 

                              Lovest thou mountains great,
                             Peaks to the clouds that soar,
                     Corrie and fell where eagles dwell,
                            And cataracts dash evermore?
                        Lovest thou green grassy glades,
                             By the subshine sweetly kist,
                  Murmuring waves and echoing caves?
                              Then go to the Isle of Mist!

                                 (Duke of York -  later King George VI, 1933)