Today Emily and I climbed An Clisham, the highest mountain in the Western Isles, at 799 metres above sea level.

We almost did not go, as the wind and rain were rattling the windows this morning. However, it cleared up long enough for us to give it a go- but it was a VERY windy climb. We had to be very careful- taking small staggering steps for much of the last third of the climb.

Despite my recent post (Postcard 4) I was very grateful for the sketchy footpath to guide us stumbling down through the crags and bogs. Serves me right for over egging the argument I think…

I was messing around with some of the images on Picasa and put together this (not very creative!) you tube clip…