Yesterday Mrs Sixwheeler and I visited the Church of St Mary and St David in the village of Kilpeck in Herefordshire. This church is well known among students of church architecture but almost unknown to everyone else; I came across it by a chance reference on Twitter and decided it was worth a visit. How…
Last day of the holiday and yet again we wake up to lashing rain and howling wind, this year has not been an epic Skye trip. I remember a wetter one but this year has been so cold as well as wet and windy. Notwithstanding the weather people have managed to get out sometime every…
Today dawned as quite a pleasant day, but it was soon looking a bit threatening. I had arranged with Morag, who I had walked with earlier in the week, that we would walk out to Waternish Point in the north of Skye and another friend Jackie decided to come along as well. It’s a long…
Beer! It has become a tradition in recent years for the Aylesbury Climbing Club to buy beer when we have our annual Scottish Meet. Members enjoy a drink and make a contribution towards the cost of the beer; this produces a profit above the cost which we then donate to the local mountain rescue team.…
In the middle of the night the wind was raging and it was lashing down with rain; by morning, contrary to expectations, it was dry and calm. Thank goodness. I had decided to visit the Point of Sleat; yesterday was the most western point on Skye and today it’s the most southern, there’s a pattern…
Didn’t it rain Yeah, yeah Lord Didn’t it rain …. Actually first things first; too late for last night’s blog but in the evening it rained, the sun was still shining, and this happened. But back to today. First thing wasn’t too bad although there had been rain and wind overnight. People were up and…
I was not surprised to wake up in the night to hear the wind roaring outside and rain rattling on the windows, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. By morning nothing much had changed which justified a lie in, at least it did to me. The wet and horrible morning provided an…
I’m no longer of an inclination to drive from Bath to Skye in one go, so I’d booked myself an overnight stay in Glasgow to break the journey. This meant that Friday was spent on an uneventful motorway drive of a little over six hours. The most exciting thing that happened was a rainstorm of…
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