... at the end of this mammoth walk, we gingerly approached the Kame. This is the highest cliff on Foula, and one of the highest cliffs in the world. 1200 feet. Oo-er missus etc. Four weeks before I arrived on Foula, a German tourist apparently leapt to his death from this cliff. Actually the locals think the poor guy might not have jumped - he might just have been swept to his death by a sudden gust of wind, of which Foula has quite a few. Either way, it was very unfortunate for Foula as they only get about two tourists a year and a death rate of 50% isn't so good for business. Another thing about this cliff: in living memory, the locals used to climb down the precipice in the protein-starved winter, to steal seagulls' eggs and puffins, for supper. If you've eaten puffin, as I have, you will appreciate how desperate you must be to do this.