Spurius Furius

The limits of my language are the limits of my world.

A Weekend on Skye in May 2016

 

The purest water...

 

 

...the sweetest sunshine...

 

 

...before a long trudge up into the mists...

 

 

...and the top of the world...

 

 

...to survey an achievement...

 

 

...something for a more adventurous day...

 

 

...

 

 

...something for tomorrow...

 

 

...meanwhile, it's a long way down...

 

 

...but the sun and scenery make it easier...

 

 

...and the close of a perfect day...

 

 

...to do it all again the next day...

 

 

...and up into the wilds again...

 

 

...with a fish supper in Plockton on the way home.

 

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