And just photos (as opposed to any meaningful information about the route) of our walk a few years ago to the Old Man of Storr. More beautiful scenery, although we spent a lot of the walk wondering exactly which bit of rock we were supposed to be looking at. Some found the walk easier than others and Andrew fell over, but it wasn’t overly busy and the weather was being helpful to us. Most of the photos I took were of the Sanctuary, the collection of rocks (albeit a big collection) in front of the Old Man of Storr.
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