A quiet morning on 'our' island. ...inside a tidal pool... .... cold... After lunch I attempted a walk to the Point of Sleat lighthouse. But 4/5 of the way there I had to turn back because the wind was so strong I could barely stand. I was on my own and no other idiot was… Continue reading Postcards from Scotland – 4 – (Point of Sleat, 7.5km)
A ray of sun pierced through the shutters and invited me out of bed early morning. It was like stepping into a different world. Mountains, coastlines that had been hidden from us the day before, suddenly emerge as if by magic. Grown overnight out of thin air. I knew from the forecast the sun wasn't… Continue reading Postcards from Scotland – 3 (The Old Man of Storr, 3.5km)
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