We’ve got The Old Man of Hoy and The Old Man of Storr, and so on, and if you believe everything you read on the Internet, when you look at the Mourne Mountains from the north you might see a man lying down who has Slieve Binnian for a face. He has my sympathy—I’m heading that way myself.
Recently I was making my way off Binnian and glanced back—something photographers should be in the habit of doing. Back up the track a big boulder seemed to have a face of sorts. So I christened it, The Old Man of Binnian. It’ll do me. What do you think?
I increased the saturation in the sky to add useful detail for the black and white conversion.