|Flying Dutchman Glen Nevis|
|Old Man Of Store|
|View from Inverlodge dinnng room|
|Young & Keen the rope swimmers|
|John on the final pitch|
|22hrs coming out of the Pub.|
|Houton ferry harbour|
|leaving Ratwick Bay|
|John storming up the crux pitch|
|The final corner|
|John signing the visiters book|
|1 st rappel|
|John launches off the final rappel|
Due to the hold ups on the route we had missed the last ferry back to Orkney. Any thought of camping was literally blown away - there was no way we wanted to erect a tent in this wind. We drove over to the Ratwick Bay Youth Hostel, but everything on Hoy was seemingly closed due to Covid. There was however a sash window open and I squeezed my self through it only for it to drop shut behind me. Then it refused to open leaving me trapped inside and John still on the out side. It was like a scene from the Chuckle Brothers. After some not inconsiderable effort we tugged it open, I escaped and we both thought that may be it wasn't such a good to get caught for "breaking and entry."
At a bit of a loss to know what to do next, we drove around to the other Youth Hostel which was also closed. We sat in the car which was being rocked by the incessant wind. All I could think to do was crack open the beer that John had carefully packed. John had a better idea he noticed a sign for a number to call the hostel warden . Yes! He got us a result. 15 minutes later the warden turned up and opened the Hostel just for us. It was spotless , we had hot showers , clean sheets, John had food for us , wine and a bottle of Talisker. Everything was finally perfect. The end of a big day.