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Summer fun and games


Considering what a rubbish summer we have had this year, I suppose, looking back on the photos I took that I was lucky with the weather for my summer break.

Coniston, Tarn Hows and Keswick with Sal where we had so much fun together, a beautiful hot sunny day at Mardale Head, High Force with the excellent company of Dave and Chris plus the dramatic Wasdale produced not one wet day. As expected there was the odd shower but nothing to stop us getting out.

This was followed by a 4 day trip up to the Highlands which consisted of a night in Fort William, two night  in Portree on The Isle of Skye and another in Fort William to break my journey back. I run out of superlatives when I think of Skye, it has everything ranging from the heights and ridges of the Cuillin Hills, the dramatic and unusual rock formations of the Trotternish landslip to the more gentle but no less beautiful northern peninsulas like Waternish and Waterstein.

Add to this the superlative Skye brewery's Hebridean Gold, the remote but beautifully situated Stein Inn and you could be forgiven for thinking you had died and gone to paradise! My two day stay on Skye was nowhere near long enough and I really felt a touch of sadness whilst waiting for the Ferry back to Mallaig but there will be other trips. Another little gem I discovered was the coastline between Loch a'Ghlinne and Loch Eishort plus the remote old crofting settlements of Tokavaig and Tarskavaig which were situated only a few miles from Armadale on the south of the island.

Unfortunately it all seems so long ago now but the memories still stay fresh in the mind and these photos will serve as a great reminder for years to come.


Grimwith Reservoir, Wharfedale

Grimwith Reservoir, Wharfedale

Grimwith Reservoir, Wharfedale

High Force, Teesdale

Aira Force

Pier Cottage jetty, Coniston

the Folks

the Grotbag

Sal at Tarn Hows

Tarn Hows

Tarn Hows

Tarn Hows

Sal

Foxgloves, Tarn Hows

Tarn Hows

Holly bee

Coniston Sunset

Mardale Head

Kidsty Pike, Mardale

Hawswater

Hawswater

Harter Fell

Whitehaven

Wastwater Screes

Wast Water

Falls of Falloch, Argyle

Lochan na h-Achlaise, Rannoch Moor

Lochan na h-Achlaise, Rannoch Moor

Black Rock Cottage

Ben Nevis

Ben Nevis from Corpach

Loch Eil

Tarskavaig

The Cuillins from Tokavaig.

The Cuillins from Tokavaig

St Conan's Church, Trumpan, Waternish

Stein Inn, Waternish

Stein, Waternish

Neist Point, Waterstein

Neist Point, Waterstein

Waterstein Head

The Sound of Raasay and the Cuillin Hills

The Sound of Raasay

The Sound of Raasay

The Storr

Sgurr nan Gillean

Black Cuillins from Glen Brittle

Black Cuillins from Glen Brittle

Silver Sands of Morar

Silver Sands of Morar

Camusdarrach

Camusdarrach

Camusdarrach

Camusdarrach

Glen Nevis

Nevis Falls

Brougham Castle

Brougham Castle

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