Photo: Winter view towards Glamaig – Sgurr Mhairi and Red Cuillin hills, Sligachan, Isle of Skye, Scotland. Jan 2011
Some years back I was making my way down Glamaig, back towards Sligachan to hitch a ride back to Portree. I’m not sure if I was on a people trail or a sheep trail, the latter I think, when I came upon some more-than-normal-looking boggy section. After a quick estimate, I set myself up to jump across most of it, figuring I’d end up a little above my ankle in mud, but would otherwise avoid too much of a mess. Ha! I ended up nearly to my waste as my leg plunged into the bog. My momentum, and the unexpected depth of my step took me flying into the ground on the other side of the pit. Quite lucky really, as I could have ended up totally submerged. Once back at Sligachan, I was left to wash off as best I could in the river before attempting to catch a ride up to Portree. Luckily it was getting near dark so my true state couldn’t be seen and a ride came along after not too long.