Memories!

Back in 1968 Mistress Talpa and I were on day 2 of our honeymoon and  had arrived on Skye. Here, I am standing beneath the volcanic plug known as the Old Man of Storr. We were the only people there! How times change, an item in our local paper last summer dealt with the current problems of mass tourism on Skye. Apparently at the start of the ascent to the Old Man there was a chaotic 2 mile stretch of cars parked on each side of the road!
I have previously blipped Mistress Talpa at the same spot. That photograph  shows much more clearly the massive size of the Old Man.