Charlie, Will and myself went on a flying visit to climb the Old Man of Hoy last week. The Hard Rock classic lived up to its superb reputation offering an awesome adventure in one of the remotest parts of the UK.
It may be worth a word of warning concerning the fulmars that almost halted our ascent before the last pitch. These harmless looking sea birds proved to be anything but and were determined not to give up their lofty perches without a fight. Both Charlie and I were repeatedly vomited on and my clothes still smell of stale mackerels after 3 washes…..
