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Having gone up my stairs in a previous report, and having had Mad Prof suggesting it might become a Netflix series. Here is Part 2. Down My Stairs is an altogether more dangerous and precipitous walk. I have to be careful, since in an effort to extend our range, husband and I went out for a cycle ride a couple of Days ago, yes April 1st, but I can assure you this isn’t an April Fool, and he smashed into a bollard. This necessitated a visit to A & E and he now has a mended hip and a still broken arm, which I think they might leave to mend itself. So teetering at the top oy My Stairs. I remind myself that life can be dangerous. We spent so long boasting about my birthday A’Mahighdean climb last May that we had forgotten we are OLD.
There is a short walk in from where you can see the picture in Part 1.
Here we get to the top of the stairs
Looking up we can see that people with a head for heights need fear nothing here
The cupboard for keeping my loo roll hoard in
My hoard. ….slightly depleted. Never mind, I managed to book a Morrison delivery arriving on 12th.. NB NEVER put kitchen roll down the loo. I am speaking from experience here.
We also keep all the old slides we keep meaning to have another shot at turning into digital
The last effort was a bit blurred. Below, husband on a pre digital mountain somewhere. I don’t know, but someone (probably jmarkb if he ever looks at such nonsense) will tell me.
Here is a downhill stretch .
Just as well you saw most of the things on the walls going uphill as it is quite steep (Peruvian blanket again familiar from the ascent)
Mirror, mirror on the wall. I am sure it is just coincidence that a young house guest lost her footing at this point and went sliding down, hurting her ankle, not a desire to check her hair.
Round the corner.(See, I am wearing walking trousers if not boots)
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You never saw this long stretch last time. The scene of the Battle of the Clothes Moths. They got my one and only cashmere sweater and when we came to look closely, think that some were living between the banisters.
[url=https://flic.kr/p/2iLwyjg] Below is my fed up husband going off to spray yet again
And down again. This is the best place in the house for me to get another phone and try to find my smart phone by ringing it. We get Vodafone reception throughout this walk. You have to tuurn your head sideways to look at this, since I can't make it go the right way up. BUt it does give a slight frisson of danger.
Nice weather
At the bottom we now keep this painting by a local artist. She must like Skye as much as us, since it is called “Soft Light Over the Cuillins”
And round the corner again
You never saw this glimpse towards the front door last time, but it is becoming a bit overcast.
[url=https://flic.kr/p/2iLyenk]Here we keep the series of various Mountaineering Club journals we have acquired over the years
Might get better weather the other direction
Back down towards the back door
Never showed you this on the way up, a print out o all the hills you can see from the top of St. Rule’s Tower, part of St. Andrews Cathedral.
I forget how much it costs to go up there now, since I make my annual pilgrimage up its 156 steps on St. Andrews Day, when it is free.
A wall hanging we got in South Africa. We went on a Ramblers holiday. Most of us were very compliant, but an older guy from Carlisle, who had only been dragged away from his rock-climbing pals in the Wilder Kaiser by his wife threatening to leave him if they didn’t have a joint holiday for once, grabbed my husband as the most likely looking accomplice and started hatching plans to get at distant hills until the leader got wind of it and told us they were PRIVATE and OFF LIMITS.
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A print of St. Andrews
[url=https://flic.kr/p/2iLydn4] We used to have huge jumble of shells and stones here, but they have mostly been banished to a box so I can dust, just leaving a couple of sea urchins, some coral some mica and something I can’t remember what it is (no not the dinosaur. I know what that is)]
The grandchildren gave me this one Christmas. Probably the best present they have given me.
I think I’ll stop here and not bother going down the cellar steps (See Climbing My Steps) as husband falling off bike has made me feel my mortality. Just had a phone call from him, and they had been hoping to transfer him to the local hospital, but there are no beds, so he is still in Ninewells. On the plus side, he managed to walk to the window, with help.