There’s an old Scottish legend that tells the story of a giant who was buried in the earth and his thumb can still be seen today; if the legend is to be believed then it means that the Old Man of Storr in Scotland’s Isle of Skye is indeed that thumb. Giants feature quite frequently in Scottish folklore; myths and legends surround the country that I call home - no more so than in the Highlands.
Myths and legends can be elaborate stories that we use to scare each other as kids or ways in which we allow our imaginations to be let off their sane leashes. But what if that giant really did exist? If he really did exist then it would be correct for me to say that I've climbed a giant’s thumb. That sounds so much more impressive than saying I went on a 4 hour hike, so yeah… in my story, the giant did exist and I've climbed that giant’s big old thumb!
The Old Man of Storr walk is on Isle of Skye and is approx. 3 miles long with only a 288m ascent, but the views make it my favourite place to hike. Where's yours?