I'm Moving!

Guys! I've decided to move over to Wordpress as many of us have. Doesn't it just look so much cleaner? However, I couldn't be bothered/lack the technical ability to 'export' everything over so I'm just starting afresh. New blog, new name, new everything.

I'm going through a bit of a transition in my life anyway, me and Ben are no longer together and I'm now subsequently living alone and so this is the perfect time to start again.

My new blog is called Hang It Up seeing as that's what I seem to be doing with every aspect of my life at the moment, and my first post was about a skull I collected from the Peak District recently and am currently cleaning.
I've not started with any kind of introductory post, I've just seamlessly transitioned straight into it. Again, what I do best in life! So this will be my last post from Salt Deep and I hope to see you over on the new one :)

If you're sweet enough to follow me on here you should head on over and follow me over there. We can still be friends!

Although, I really don't get Wordpress yet so leave me a comment with your blog address in so I can follow you from there!

Bye blogger, it's been fun

Charlotte
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Kilmuir Cemetery, Isle of Skye

Okay so I totally forgot about this post from the gang's holiday to the Isle of Skye back in March! Whoops. Never mind, it's being posted now!

So after a solid three days of climbing Munros, walking through valleys and finding skulls on the sides of mountains (oh yes!) - I spent the last day on my own on what became a tour of the Island's cemeteries.

The first two I saw on this day were a roadside cemetery and then St. Columba's Isle which you can read about here.

The last one was Kilmuir cemetery which I almost decided against as it was right on the coast at the very top of the Island. I read a bit about it online though and thought when am I next gonna be here? and so I went.

It was such a beautiful drive up there and on the way I stopped in the little seaside town of Portree for some lunch. A kinda weird coincidence also happened. In the car I was listening to Bob Dylan's album Time Out Of Mind and the last song is called Highlands. The weird thing is that he sings about doing everything I was doing. Being in Scotland obviously, about how he's travelling around and stops in a cafe and also mentions how it must be a holiday because there's no one around. It was bank holiday Monday when I was out too! 

Haha anyway, the cemetery...

It's the resting place of Flora MacDonald who is famous for having helped Bonnie Prince Charlie leave the island and escape capture after the Battle of Culloden in 1746.

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Life Lately

I seem to go long periods of time without buying clothes and then suddenly I'll get the bug for it and spend loads, on either a few pieces or one expensive one. This is a case of spending a lot on one blouse but for goodness sake it's a work of art! Look!

I think I mentioned a while ago that I've taken a slight change of direction in terms of my job. I decided to move up and become a store supervisor. This means I've moved from the store I was at to a new one as it's best to train with people who don't know you. However someone at this store does know me, my old colleague and drummer Ben! We used to work at the same store a few years ago before he got moved on (they move you a lot). Woo work is fun again! Ps we don't actually wear baseball caps at work!!

You may or may not have heard of London Road in Sheffield. If you haven't, gather round and let me tell you a tale... It's a magical place which consists of what must be one restaurant from every country in the world. Above all else though, it's home to about four different dessert cafes. DESSERT CAFES. I recently went to one in particular, La Creme, with Ellie and Rabia and just oh my God. I had Ferrero Roche waffles for Christ's sake!

Me and Beth playing muuusic! We recently discovered there's already a band called Marble Orchard so we're currently racking our brains for something new. No luck yet haha. In other news though, we will be performing at Leicester Town hall on June 18th in support of Refugee week. Come on down if you're in the area!

Our friend Sion randomly turned up at our house the other week with a plank of wood and some bricks and fashioned a little bench for us outside our front door. It's lovely and it gets so much sun, so much so that I got sunburned legs from sitting out. Damn.

This is a photo I stole from Ben's Instagram of him at work for no other reason than he's just so cute in his baker outfit!

When you're listening to Knocky and Knocky texts you. #1 fan yo!

We were informed by our mate Nikki that there was a sheep carcass out in the Peaks with a perfectly intact skull with massive horns so we went out on a bone collecting expedition last weekend. Unfortunately though, someone had got there before us :/ Nevermind there's bound to be more sooner or later, these sheep can't live forever!

Also, still swooning over beardy Ben...

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The Black Cuillin, Isle of Skye

 

Over the Easter bank holiday weekend, a group of us went for a mini holiday up to the Isle of Skye in Scotland. We went with the intention of walking up some mountains (or Munros, Corbetts and Grahams as I've learned they're called!) and that's exactly what we did. This post is about our day spent ascending the Black Cuillin. The whole mountain range is called the Cuillin but there are two separate sections. The Red Cuillin which is lower and paler as they're made of granite. The Black Cuillin which is also known as the True Cuillin is made up of twelve munros which are a deep black colour which as you can see creates a very dangerous, foreboding appearance so it comes as no surprise that the legend goes they're haunted by the ghost of an outlaw named MacRaing...

 

The sight of them was just something else. It was a relatively bright day when we arrived but looking up at the peaks it looked like a different world. The tops had a thick mist hanging over them and a sprinkling of snow which looked very pretty when you're on ground level but we were soon to find out was not so fun once you're up there!

 

 

 

 

The journey up was quite light hearted to begin with but the severity of the incline soon started to show on me. That's my weakness, I cannot deal with going up hill! I put it down to my little legs and little lungs, both of which were put to the test.

As we ascended into the mist the weather changed and we found ourselves being snowed on at one point!  

 

 

 

A whiskey break was required half way up!

 

The summit that we reached was very strange. It was this plateau which contained a large body of clear water, surrounded by the peaks of the mountain range. It was otherworldly, as if we'd reached some version of Heaven. It was also very humbling to be surrounded by these huge, looming mountains. To look at them you'd think these ancient giants must surely move and make some kind of noise. It's amazing that they've just stood silent and still for so many, many years. The things they must have seen!

 

 

 

 

 

What an experience to have been all the way up into the clouds. It was very difficult but I'm incredibly pleased to have done it and would suggest to anyone that you see this mountain range if ever you're on the island.

 

 

 

 

 

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Crowden Clough

 

Last week Ben and I both had a day off together, which now that I'm a store supervisor, (not sure if I've mentioned that yet) can be few and far between.

So anyway, Monday turned out to be such a beautiful day! Blue skies and even a warm sun. Too nice not to be out in the Peak District!

We drove out to Hathersage to Coleman's Deli to stock up on sandwiches and mini cannolis and then continued further out. We parked in Crowden and began walking. The views of the tors were amazing!

 



 

 

Soon enough we found ourselves stood before the gorgeous open valley of Crowden Clough. We walked and walked, nearly to the end. On the higher points there was still snow on the ground.

 



 

 

I say 'nearly to the end' because after a while my feet were killing me so I laid down on this flat rock and had a rest while Ben carried on to the top. It was lovely to lie in the sun with just the sound of flowing water and knowing that there's no one around for miles - and just look at that view!

 



 

 

 

 

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Ladybower Reservoir

 

 

If you follow me on Instagram, you may have seen one of these photos already. Last week we went for an afternoon walk around Ladybower Reservoir in the Peak District. It was opened by King George VI in 1945 and has superb views of the Derbyshire countryside. We went on a cold, grey day but it was still beautiful. It seemed almost like we were in Scotland or even Canada! I think I may go back sometime to run the trail. 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

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