The Old Man of Storr

Another bleak day, but it was good to have a bit of a run in the hills, although I don't usually do it with a pretty heavy camera in hand. Despite the weather there were still plenty of people making the trek up to the Old Man of Storr. Got a bit of a buzz as I passed everyone on the way up and sped past all those gingerly making their way down. (I know running on the hills is not what it's about, but I'd left the rest of the family in the car - L still with pot on her broken foot - and needed to get up and down quickly.)