Another evening walk

I’m loving living with my partner. He’s my pal, my fan, and my co-adventurer.

Last night after work, he suggested we go someplace, so we went for a walk to The Whaligoe Steps and The Cairn of Get.

The Whaligoe Steps were 365 steps (now 330 and a few) up from an inlet where fishing boats moored. Women would walk up and down those steps all day long carrying creels (small baskets). Just making the climb once got me winded! (I better start training, ’cause we’ve agreed to walk up and down Ben Nevis later this summer as a neighbourhood fundraiser.)

After we got back up, a nice fella came out from the houses near the car-park, holding a picture of what the steps used to look like. He told us all about the place, chatting without any sense of the time, sharing everything he knew with total generosity — like all people in Caithness seem to do! (You don’t want to try to have any quicky big-city-type transactions here.)

Unfortunately, I had trouble concentrating on what he was saying because the midges were out in abundance. Clouds of the tiny, biting specks hovered around us, and my basic mammalian instinct to wave and dance and try to get away from them made me look like a madman.

From there, we went to The Cairn of Get, an ancient burial site.

This stuff is just lying around here, within ten minutes’ drive of our house!

Here’s the full photo set.

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