The bags are packed. It’s time to go home and say goodbye to Skye and the highlands. As always I’m sad to leave.
Probably my favourite moment of the last two weeks was reaching the Old Man of Storr after a tough climb. The grand view and the silence was quite breathtaking. No sound to spoil the moment. Very peaceful. Bliss.
The last three days have been frustrating and rather limiting mobility wise after my fall at the Quiraing, but it acts as an incentive to return again. Now… Homeward.
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