My Sheffield friend rang to tell me that in her daily paper Glenbrittle Campsite headed a list of the Ten Best Camp Sites in Britain. She laughed as she told me, because many, many years ago she, and her husband, had accompanied my husband, myself, and our baby daughter, on a camping holiday to Skye.
Glenbrittle was just a ‘place’ where the beach joined the hayfields with their very handy stooks to hide behind. It was September, we saw the ‘tops’ of the Coulins for less than five minutes in two weeks.
However, my husband took me on my only serious climb and I remember the climb, the traverse taking in three tops and the thigh and knee shuddering descent down the great stone chute of Sgurr Alasdair.
Down we came, soaked to the skin, to where four friends had taken admirable care of our baby.
I donned a swim suit and ran into the sea for a swim. The water felt so warm and I have never forgotten that day.
Pam Morrison
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