Sunday, August 14, 2005
If you had been here you would have noticed all was not right at The Storr. Part of the Skye Festival included this brilliant success. Herding stacks of people up the night path through gloom & wolven pines, to where the dark ominous walls that shroud The Storr, loom with a disturbingly claustrophic presence; stumbling chattering crowds were silenced by stunning bursts of light miasmics let free, to burn a photo-stamp of rampage & wonder, through their senses. Try bouldering while that's going on. We attempted a technicolour full girdle traverse of The Storr. Photos along soon of several psychedelic type climbers clinging on in the wind of a man made Arora Borialis. One of the local children fell off his perch on a small boulder, he was so transfixed I think he forgot which way up the world was...Indeed, I still have sore shoulders from half the village 9yr olds wanting a better see, ['gi us a betta see mister?!'....aye ok ya lil bastage] & aching arms from carrying a few down wrapped in downies. Each drive up there from Portree, it kept looking as if somebody had opened a portal to another dimension...Now if only Bon Scott & the boys had been thrashing it out on the top...
bloody hell awesome pics of a great evening - wish I'd been able to make it! never mind, still got the Proclaimers in my head...na na NA na!