December 20, 2012 by Aelyth Savage
Picture This: The Storr's Serrated Skyline
The stones of Sgurr Alasdair thunder over me like forgotten gods of the earth. Through the scudding mists wreathing the peaks, the Old Man of Storr, the Zeus of this lot, is a claymore buried in the sky. My ragged breaths swirl away, mirroring what looks like the mountain’s exhalations, as […]