Fifty years ago today

Day 2 of our honeymoon and we had arrived on Skye. Here, Mrs T is standing beneath the volcanic plug known as the Old Man of Storr. We were the only people there! How times change, an item in our local paper this week dealt with the current problems of mass tourism on Skye. Apparently at the start of the ascent to the Old Man there was a chaotic 2 mile stretch of cars parked on each side of the road!