A BLOG THAT USED TO BE ABOUT SEX AND DRUGS BUT IS NOW MAINLY A BUNCH OF PHOTOS, SORRY
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Soon after I arrived in Foula, I was greeted by my estimable guide Tony Mainwood. He promised me next day we would go for a quick walk up one of the famous great hills of Foula. Like this one. Soberlie. He didn't tell me that after that we would walk up another hill, followed by a nifty ascent of a hill, after which we would scramble up another hill, finishing off with a quick hike up a hill. Or two.