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scotianostra 3 months
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The setting sun lighting up Ben Nevis across Loch Eil.
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rherlotshadow 11 months
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Leanachan Forest, under the north slopes of Ben Nevis, Scotland.
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pavelkoci 4 months
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Walking Ben Nevis (Fort William, Scotland)
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vox-anglosphere 11 months
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Ben Nevis, Britain's highest mountain under a brooding Highland sky
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constancecream 8 months
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Ben Nevis, August 2023
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military1st 2 months
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tatort-rocky-beach 2 years
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Wenn eine Folge zu schr盲g und surreal f眉r mich, einen gestandenen Supernatural Fan wird, dann hat das meistens einen Grund:
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tim-dennis 10 months
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The views from Ben Nevis, Scafell Pike and Snowdon.
All taken within 24 hours.
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daughterofhecata 1 year
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Die Yacht des Verrats war mal wieder eine wirklich gute Geschichte.
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scotianostra 1 year
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Good Morning from Scotland 馃彺鬆仹鬆仮鬆伋鬆仯鬆伌鬆伩聽
Sunrise over the Nevis Range reflected on the Caledonian Canal聽
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swishyclang 11 months
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my stepdad has a tradition of wanting to be the highest man in [place] on his birthdays. it's a harmless tradition, for the most part: on "little" birthdays we do something like climb the highest hill in devon, High Willhays, or the highest hill in cornwall, Brown Willy (nomenclature debated, but it's probably from the cornish Bronn Wennili (hill of swallows)聽or Bronn Ewhella (highest hill), so please keep your sniggers culturally appreciative). both hills are local to us and they're not particularly arduous, so they don't require much planning. which makes them perfect for a gentle birthday walk. for reference, they're only 621m (High Willhays) and 420m (Brown Willy) above sea level. easy pickings if you're relatively able bodied.
I should probably mention at this point that my stepdad is registered blind.
on his 50th birthday, he wanted to be the highest man in england rather than just devon or cornwall, and so we packed up and went to the lake district so that we could all climb Scafell Pike.
Scafell Pike is a mountain in that way that particularly high hills are mountains (ie: a geologist said so). it's 978m above sea level - a considerable increase on High Willhays and Brown Willy - and at the top it's absolutely covered in shattered rock debris. you can imagine how much fun a blind man had navigating that. nevertheless, he persisted, and gave a deeply theatre kid speech at the summit (which has since also become tradition). it was a brilliant day out, and since then we've returned to the lake district every couple of years to climb a different mini-mountain because we all enjoyed it so much.
what's this leading up to? I hear you wonder.
well.
this week was my stepdad's 60th birthday, and being the highest man in england was no longer enough for him. no, he had to be the highest man in the british isles.
the hubris of the man, honestly.
and so, yesterday, we climbed Ben Nevis.
Ben Nevis is 1345m above sea level, and it is a bastard of a climb even for those without sight impairments. the path is a zigzag taking you up the side of the mountain, and our poor delicate couch potato constitutions mourned the loss of the shade about a quarter of the way up. when you hit about two thirds of the way, the boulder path gives way to shale - not a problem for the sighted members of the party but my goodness did my stepdad struggle. all of this in blazing sunshine, which did wonders for the views (pictures to follow in a reblog, I promise) and absolutely wrecked our water supplies (fortunately there's a lovely burn halfway up where we were able to top up with fresh highland spring water, which seemed to make it all worth it for a while).
as we neared the top, we found residual snowbanks (always exciting when you live at the end of the island where snow is An Event), and even more shale. I'm pretty sure my mum was continuing out of sheer bloody-minded stubbornness at this point. my stepdad was disgustingly cheerful. it was agony.
and then... the summit. the most theatre kid speech I had ever had the pleasure of witnessing (some poor american woman was also present, and clearly felt obligated to listen to my stepdad's oration - she applauded afterwards). high fives were shared. my brother, who is part-mountain goat, climbed on top of the trig point to lord it over the rest of us. I pushed him off, as was my bounden duty.
now all we had to do was get back down.
you'd think that would be the easy part, right?
for most of us, you'd be correct. for my stepdad... nope! surprise! that's the hard part!
he has some sight remaining to him, you see, despite needing a guide dog to get around. it's extremely limited - think of it like... very narrow tunnel-vision, which is dotted with blank spots and distortions, plus severe light sensitivity in the sunshine and total blindness in the shadows or when the sun starts to get low in the evenings. also he has zero depth-perception for good measure.
going up the mountain was relatively straightforward for him - he has fancy light-filtering glasses that help with the sunlight-sensitivity, and he used walking poles to gauge the upward slope in lieu of his guide dog (much to Isla's chagrin, my stepdad deemed the climb too difficult for her). the shale was rough for finding where to put his feet and he did fall once on the ascent, but that was, in his words, "not bad going for a blind bloke".
on the way down, he nearly went over the edge. it was Very Dramatic. this was pretty near the top as well, so he would have made a heck of a splat. fortunately, he flailed instinctively and was quick enough to grab onto a relatively large and secure stone on his way down. the rest of the crew hauled him back onto the path (picture this: a large 188cm tall man hanging off the side of a mountain path, being tugged at by a group of frantic pasty potato people all under 165cm). we continued on.
remember that lack of depth perception and the lighting issues I mentioned earlier? those and his earnest attempt to catapult himself down the mountainside really did a number on my stepdad's descent speed. we had summited at about 1600, but we didn't reach the foot of the mountain until about 5 hours later. I spent most of the descent providing audio description of the path, since that really helps with knowing what to expect and what to use limited sight to look for. thank goodness for sighted guide training or we might have been on the mountain half the night!
blessedly, we did reach the base at last, and gleefully made a pact: "never again," we agreed, sore and tired, eyeing the new bane of our existence balefully.
he wants to climb Snowdon for his 70th.
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" 'Sch枚n, wenn man ein so gutes Verh盲ltnis zu seinem Vater hat', sagte Thabani. Der Erste Detektiv nickte. Der Satz traf ihn wie ein Schlag. Es war eine sehr spezielle Rolle, die er hier vort盲uschte. Seinen Vater anrufen. Wie gerne h盲tte Justus selber das tun wollen. Wie oft schon hatte er daran gedacht. Doch das ging nicht. Vor vielen Jahren waren seine Eltern bei einem Autounfall ums Leben gekommen. Seitdem wohnte er bei seiner Tante und seinem Onkel in Rocky Beach. Doch so wunderbar dieses Leben auch war, er dachte oft an seinen Vater und seine Mutter. Es gelang ihm regelm盲脽ig, das Gef眉hl des Verlustes und auch die Neugier, den Wunsch nach N盲he zu verdr盲ngen oder wenigstens nicht zu stark werden zu lassen. Warum zum Teufel musste ihn ausgerechnet in diesem Augenblick diese Sehnsucht so unvermittelt von der Seite her erwischen? Mit schwankenden Schritten verlie脽 Justus den Speiseraum, und das lag nicht nur am Seegang."
insert knife and twist
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lauraepartain 4 months
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NEW JOURNAL ENTRY UP! Click to read more about my 156 mile walk across Scotland, all shot on panoramic 35mm film. Enjoy, yall!
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rainndearr 1 year
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Photo by Tobias Rademacher on Unsplash
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alexisgeorge 1 year
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9 mai:
West Highlands J3
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amp-whisky 1 year
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