Peter Ribbeck
Old Man of Storr
After a restful night in the Marmalade Hotel in Portree, (which I would recommend) we drove up to Storr. My friend Tony stayed in the car, and I headed up to the top. After 40 minutes of heart pumping striding, I made it and was greeted with 50knts of wind trying to blow me off the cliff! (as you can see, yes, I was close to the edge). I sat and watched the light move over the land and clicked away. Wow what a feeling it was!
Old Man of Storr
After a restful night in the Marmalade Hotel in Portree, (which I would recommend) we drove up to Storr. My friend Tony stayed in the car, and I headed up to the top. After 40 minutes of heart pumping striding, I made it and was greeted with 50knts of wind trying to blow me off the cliff! (as you can see, yes, I was close to the edge). I sat and watched the light move over the land and clicked away. Wow what a feeling it was!