As it doesn't occur that often these days I jumped at the chance to go away with my old pals Alex and John to Skye, a large rugged island off the north west coast of Scotland. The weather forecast was not great, mist and frequent heavy showers of rain but we went anyway, hoping for the best. It turned into a fantastic trip so I was very glad we went. The journey up was impressive for its wild conditions. It had been raining non-stop overnight so by the time we left on Friday morning the streams, rivers and lochs were at full capacity. Above is a view of Buachaille Etive Mor (The big Herdsman of Etive) 1022 metres high, with water pouring down its gullies, including on the left, waterslide slab, the normal ascent finding route for the classic scrambling romp up the mountain- Curved Ridge. Not many climbers visible on this day however.
As it's a long twisting five hour drive from Glasgow to Skye the perfectionist, obsessive, photographer in me had to content myself with taking shots out of the window of a fast moving car. I missed some truly incredible waterfall shots on the journey up but if I'd asked driver Alex to stop every time we passed something spectacular five hours would have soon turned into nine instead and I'd have been left hitching on the side of the road. With the window down I could see and hear the impressive thundering roar of the biggest Scottish cataracts in full voice, calling out to me to stop and capture their spurting, dancing magnificence as Scotland's greatest living amateur landscape photographer (Hey! That's me folks!... with a palm sized pocket £120 camera not a £500 plus bulky expensive job :o) passed by in a shaky blur that made clear shots almost impossible. It was all too much to take and I soon collapsed sobbing into my tear stained, flower, butterfly, and ladybird decorated pocket handkerchief, (elegant art should be in everything I own! Damn the critics!!!) rolling the window back up and covering my eyes and ears with a nearby blanket to lessen the pain. Wah!!!