At long last I have managed to extract my Scotland photos off my phone.
Without my camera I was stuck taking pictures with my phone..even with the poor quality of the photos hopefully you will see why I was so determined to capture the images! So after an incredibly convoluted complicated process involving texting them to another phone then accessing the picture from a website I have succeeded.
After my very tame new years eve I jumped on a plane up to Inverness then drove over to a wee cottage just outside Fort William where a bunch of friends had spent new year. I joined them to head into the hills for a few days…well…what would a trip back home be for me without a bimble in the hills!
Up at first light I hitched to the start of a walk which a friendly neighbour had given me directions for…”head up the hill, turn right, past the cairn, follow the ridge to the summit. You can’t go wrong”. Although he did also add…”I’ll be sure to check your light is on later to make sure you’re home just in case”!!
Well – what a day!
Wild stags 10 metres away just 2 minutes into the walk, the entire mountain to myself, stunning light and the clearest view from the summit across the Skye…for sure the absolute best of Scottish hills ‘doing their thing’!
It was a hairy old drive and I ended up tucking in behind the gritter truck to get up and over the summit! (thanks to the 2 lovely lovely gritter truck men whoever you are for kindly stopping to check I was ok then driving at 1 mile an hour so I could keep up!)
Against the clock I didnt stop again until I pulled into the hire car forecourt! Pestering them for a lift to the train station I arrived as the last train was closing it’s doors. Rather spectacularly bags, scarves, jackets flying all the over the place I raced down the platform and jumped on!
Then had that awful moment of embarressment as you realise quite what a shock you look to the rest of calm and quiet passengers already settled in their seats!
Then prompty fell asleep as i headed towards Edinburgh for a couple of days partying before home to unpack, wash kit, re pack and head back to the slightly more balmy climate of Mozambique….happy in the knowledge the West Coast of Scotland safely retained it’s top spot as the most beautiful place in the world (did I mention I quite like Scotland!)