The old man of Storr and the devil
One day we went to see the old man of Storr. It was raining and the wind blew the droplets sideways and straight into us. We were of course on the Isle of Skye, where rain like this is only to be expected.
We got soaked. And we didn’t even see the old man. He was hidden behind rain clouds and water and mist. The main thing I remember was looking down at…
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