Les Ellingham

The Old Man of Storr on the Isle of Skye on a crisp April morning. I had spent the night in our camper at the foot of the mountain and set off at 5.30 am hoping to catch the sunrise. I had underestimated the climb and was still too low as the sun came up over the horizon but still had about half an hour to climb higher and get to the position I had in mind. I managed to catch the light just right as twenty minutes later the sun had disappeared behind the clouds.