I spent Sunday outside and now I have midgie bites and a farmer tan to show for it.

I decided to revisit The Old Man of Storr, a rocky outcrop on Skye. As it was Sunday, I had no transport so I asked the girls at the hostel how hard it was to hitch. They said they did it all the time. So I stuck out my thumb and not 5 minutes later, an English guy who runs a B&B gave me a lift.

He dropped me in the "car park" and then I took the less crowded trail which would take 3-4 hours bring me through a forest around the backside of the Old Man. I got through the midgie infested forest and then I hoofed it up the STEEP hillside. Whoa, maybe I shouldn't have done this on my own!! Too late now!

So I reached the top of the trail and came around the corner. I can't even begin to describe the sight. You guys will just have to wait for pictures of the amazing clear blue day. I sat there for a LONG time, taking in the view. There was NO ONE around. I whistled and it bounced off the rock faces and the sheep jumped from surprise. It was great.

I found another path that led up to the base of the Old Man but my legs were too skakey for me to scrabble up. :( I wandered back down feeling VERY accomplished, even more so after a bunch of teenie bopper Aussies were huffing and puffing from the slight incline of the tourist path. :)

I hitchhiked back, and had a great dinner of Chicken Korma.

It was a perfect day.