Another day over, another day done

That's me up to date with alerts; I'm trying to wind my way through the 70-strong list of nominees, if I don't leave a note in your journal, please don't be offended. My eyes are now square and I have to pack in for the evening. Tomorrow's another day. Looking back, on October 20th, 2004, I was in the Isle of Skye, marvelling at the first fall of snow of that winter. It was a crisp, cold but brilliantly sunny day. Went walking through the Skye Cuillins, which is a mountainrange that rises 1,000 metres (3,300 ft) from sealevel. A track threads through a valley, which divides the Red Cuillin (to the east) from the Black Cuillin. If you want to know what the area looks like, have a peep on this page. Googling "cuillins skye" or "glen sligachan" will yield more results. Although I did take pictures at the time, I don't have them available here.

The origin of the name "Cuillins" is shrouded in mist and mystery. The Hound of Cuchulainn, a 6th century figure, is said to be howling in the mountains, although the scientific explanation is an effect of the wind. St Columba is said to have banished that fiendish beast. If you can get hold of a copy of "Columba" by the excellent historic writer Nigel Tranter, you'll find the story included. It is a gripping read at any rate.

Well, there I am, gabbling away at one tangent after another. Better press SAVE, and go to bed.

Night night