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I'd been sorting through wodges of old papers, as one does at a certain point in life, preparatory to shredding most of them as irrelevant, uninteresting or un-needed, when I came across a clip of hand-written pages of old school papers. I don't recollect reading through this one before. (I probably had, but there you go, memory…) It was an English essay on the subject 'what we did on our holidays', it was dated 1954; I would have been sixteen and a quarter years old.

Bravo Alan.  That was lovely to read. 

Great story I really enjoyed it. Interesting to think that if you arrive in Mallaig this day having never been to the Cuillin, or Skye, without a guidebook or internet, you would probably have a similar experience. 

A great tale there Alan. Made more remarkable by the fact that it was penned by the hand of a sixteen year old.

Brilliant. There's something about Skye that makes it forge the strongest memories.

Brilliant article. Very talented writing. 

Indeed. Remarkable for a 16-year-old.

Mick

At least it was Glen Brittle by mistake for Coruisg and not the other way round!

The recent pic is below Sron Scourst on Harris. The abseiling gully looks suspiciously like limestone to me.

Loved this, made for a fantastic read on the train back from Dovre this weekend. Strangely drew many parallels to our winter trip last year to Skye (save for the currency)! Didn't see a single other 'tourist' the whole week, the whole island felt just as mysterious and remote now as it sounded 60 years ago.