SkyeBaggie
OMoS
An early rise this morning to check my fitness level in natures gym. Or the Old Man of Store as most people know it as!
I did not go up the Storr during lockdown. It felt wrong somehow posting images from sites that many of you were craving to visit whilst you were stuck indoors. A massive well done to the six person crew sorting out the path. It is improving the experience, even though it is a shame that the vast footfall has caused the erosion. But then, I suppose, myself and the twenty toggers lined up above me on Photographers Knoll keep drawing more visitors!
Looking south the sunrise did not amount to much this morning. But those TPE devotees will know that at this time of year you do get intense saturated side light from the east.
My first ever climb up the Storr was as a truculent teenager, dragging my parents behind me and moaning at their snails pace. So, on the way down today, I had empathy for the numerous frustrated teenagers who were yet again, waiting for parents who had stopped once more to admire the view. I finally have empathy with my parents as I am now older than they would have bee on that trip. My lungs are not what they were, let alone the leg muscles.
OMoS
An early rise this morning to check my fitness level in natures gym. Or the Old Man of Store as most people know it as!
I did not go up the Storr during lockdown. It felt wrong somehow posting images from sites that many of you were craving to visit whilst you were stuck indoors. A massive well done to the six person crew sorting out the path. It is improving the experience, even though it is a shame that the vast footfall has caused the erosion. But then, I suppose, myself and the twenty toggers lined up above me on Photographers Knoll keep drawing more visitors!
Looking south the sunrise did not amount to much this morning. But those TPE devotees will know that at this time of year you do get intense saturated side light from the east.
My first ever climb up the Storr was as a truculent teenager, dragging my parents behind me and moaning at their snails pace. So, on the way down today, I had empathy for the numerous frustrated teenagers who were yet again, waiting for parents who had stopped once more to admire the view. I finally have empathy with my parents as I am now older than they would have bee on that trip. My lungs are not what they were, let alone the leg muscles.