My Island
Settled at Staffin beach for the weekend, and decided to check out some possible new lines near kilt.
Decided to take careful note of the signage.
160ft of tottering basalt cracks interspersed with blank bits. Nice
immediately i started to lob of anything that could cause me stress on the way back up.
Much lobbing later
Halfway and im more boxed from getting that stuipid thick stiff and hairy fecking static rope to move through the shunt, than i would be leading it – apart from the fact id be dead coz i fell off at the worst gearless part- hmmm some work to do.
Anyhoo nice line straight as a die , or is it dye, you decide.
later on i will be back to try this again hopefully a bit head fitter.
We climbed at Klit Rock for a few hours but the weather was baking, Mediterranean hot and making the basalt towers of Storr, beckon us to wander up and chill in the early evening sunshine.
To be honest i haven't been here on a sunny day since i was a child, and i expected the rock to look shit.
Surprisingly i felt the urge to climb this freakish looking tower of certain death, much loose iv been told but yet i still really really wanted to go back to the car for the gear.
luckily for me i think, i was just as content to sit in awe at the landscape before me. Il be back !
These stunning basalt formations are the result of ancient volcanic activity, great landslips producing these wildest of Scottish landscapes.
Botanists among you can search this rare alpine oot for yersels.
The surrealistic landscape of dark cliffs and rocky spires backed
by Skye blue sea is probably unrivalled anywhere in Britain.
We sat gazing and grazing with the whole place to ourselves for a couple of hours.
If you have never been up to the Storr, then you really must treat yourself one day, i highly recommend it for a wee wander.
I actually want to climb it!
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