Not taking any chances with this fuel crisis, and not heading down to Glenshee as I had wanted to, we instead returned to my old childhood stomping ground, and the coastal path between the villages of Findochty and Portknockie. The above picture shows 2 large free-standing rock pillars, which are almost surrounded by water at high tide. We called them the Mammy and Daddy rocks, and I climbed up both of them many times as a kid.
The approach to the village of Portknockie.
Portknockie harbour.
On the return leg we saw the Air-sea rescue guys practising their winching at the top of the cliffs.
Here's one of them being lowered down, ideal weather condition, hardly a breath of wind. It's not going to be like that in a real situation is it?
Heading back the way, looking at the East of Findochty and the Sandy Craig beach.
The Sandy Craig beach closer up
Not taking any chances with this fuel crisis, and not heading down to Glenshee as I had wanted to, we instead returned to my old childhood stomping ground, and the coastal path between the villages of Findochty and Portknockie. The above picture shows 2 large free-standing rock pillars, which are almost surrounded by water at high tide. We called them the Mammy and Daddy rocks, and I climbed up both of them many times as a kid.
The approach to the village of Portknockie.
Portknockie harbour.
On the return leg we saw the Air-sea rescue guys practising their winching at the top of the cliffs.
Here's one of them being lowered down, ideal weather condition, hardly a breath of wind. It's not going to be like that in a real situation is it?
Heading back the way, looking at the East of Findochty and the Sandy Craig beach.
The Sandy Craig beach closer up
