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The Rainbow Trees

We had been pelted by hailstones, drenched for hours in heavy rain, and buffeted by the howling winds. Now, on the Bealach na Bà, blocked in a snowdrift…

1 blocked in the snowdrift

… and rescued by our own hard labour, a pair of snow-shovels and Kirsty’s great driving skills just as the gritter appeared around the corner;-)

2 rescued

…. fascinated by the rock formations on the coral beach at Ard Ban.

3 rock formations at Ardban

While strolling along the Beechwood Trail towards Applecross House a couple of hours after our snowdrift adventure, we and the trees were bathed in sunshine…

4 bathed in sunshine

… and blessed with the sight of the brightest rainbow I’ve ever seen…

5 brightest rainbow

… then a double rainbow.

6 double rainbow

Then it was over. But I slipped in a shadow-selfie just before the rainbow disappeared completely.

7 shadow selfie

 


Sometimes there’s no turning back

2 1 old man of storr from a distance

On Skye that day, snow on the Storr meant wearing spikes. I finally gave in and used a walking pole too. Together, they probably spared me a twisted knee or worse, while gaiters stopped the soft snow from soaking my socks.

One of my two fellow-walkers had learned from a local shopkeeper that the Storr was a location for Kurzel’s Macbeth, with filming due to start in a couple of days. The hike promised to be memorable in any case, but with scenes filmed up the Storr, this new Macbeth would surely be all the more meaningful for anyone who’s been there.

On the way up, the three of us met other walkers who’d been forced to turn back, not because they were unfit or because the weather conditions were impossible but because they realised they were ill-prepared. So true that saying that there’s no such thing as bad weather, only the wrong clothes!

We three “Weird Sisters” plodded on. From a distance, the Storr had looked like it had a mere dusting of snow here and there. Only en route did we find that the snow was up to our knees, and in some places deeper still.

dig your heels in

Those ham and mustard sandwiches tasted good as I stood beneath the pinnacle of the Old Man of Storr, contemplating the legend Kirsty had just told me. The story is that the Old Man and the Old Woman of Storr had been turned to stone because they had looked back while fleeing some hostile force.

Over the years, the Old Woman of Storr had crumbled, scattering into the boulders you see dotted around. Didn’t Lady Macbeth also go to pieces, in spite of an apparently tough exterior? And then “what’s done cannot be undone.” No turning back.

old man of storr

Getting back down the Storr was a bit tricky at times, slippery enough to force me to concentrate on digging my heels into the snowy slope. If I stopped to look back would I too turn to stone?

The views across to snowy Applecross in the distance kept me going. Tomorrow we would be heading on over there.

view from the storr - Applecross