The Storr, object of today's attention. The weather looks ominous.
Park by the main road, walk up through the wicket gate.
Being early September the fungus is all about..Don't pick these for tea...!
The initial climb through the woods is steep....engage first gear and plod onwards..
Approaching the rocks the weather is closing in.
Then officialdom is taking over. I went a bit further....but not far!
Spectacular formations..
By now the weather had gone bananas...the wind was blowing a hooley, it was raining hard and I had to don my new Berghaus Deluge waterproof trousers. I was reduced to crawling on all fours to prevent being blown around by the wind.
Any thoughts of a summit ascent were right out of the window. Didn't fancy flying lessons, being blown off the crags was not my preference.
So I did a detour to the ridge. Notice the chockstone.
Looking back on the definitive Skye scenery...fabulous
At the cloud ceiling, at the ridge. Below is Loch Scamadal.
Coire Scamadal. At this point I was clawing the ground to stop being blown over and into the valley below...scarey...just over that grassy bank in front of the camera is a crag several hundred feet high. Keep back.....!
but descending now and looking back at the weather closing in further.
So, having he walk cut short because of bad weather, new scenery is required. Classic waterfall and Kilt Rocks.
And the ferry sailing into the sunset at Uig. Maybe next time....Outer Hebrides
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