Once when i was picking winkles on the top, north part of Skye, I was heading home with 50 pounds of winkles on my back. Torrential rain, the tide coming in, light fading fast. I was exhausted, been picking for hours, soaked to the skin. Still had over a mile to walk back to my van. As i stumbled over the rocks, always only a slip away from a broken ankle, the hairs all over my body rose up. All the limpits were on the move. Their shells were raised well clear of the rock and alien snail like protutberances were waving about monstrously all over the place. I've never seen such a sight again.
19th May 2008, 11:52
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But we have 3 alternative modes of communication instead.
19th May 2008, 11:34
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At the Corran ferry crossing to Ardnamurchan for the start of our weeks holiday. What if there is no 3G? GPRS? Only joking. I think.
18th May 2008, 11:36
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I can never be bored with seeing bluebells. There are some amazing patches out now in the highlands. Always exciting to see.
18th May 2008, 11:30
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Billy Connolly always says that everywhere you go in Edinburgh it's always uphill or up stairs.
16th May 2008, 14:03
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Leo Fitzmaurice at Millais gallery in Southampton. Called something like 'you keep giving me these but I'm not interested' made out of advertisement flyers. Stunning design. Thought this was pretty funny with the Edinburgh festival coming up in Aug and it's accompanied flyer madness.
14th May 2008, 13:10
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Number 2 in our book of 100 walks. We braved the rain, thunder and lightning
and set off along the Union canal but with a few detours along the way. Past
a burnt out car, Auld Cathies Kirk and fields of atmospheric mist. Soaked to
the skin but strangely rejuvenated.
11th May 2008, 15:52
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