I slipped up to my desk just before 9am, relatively unnoticed, with all the dignity I could muster and clutching a sausage sandwich. Adventure is the perfect antidote to the desk.
I saw the window in a photograph. A small pane of glass, surrounded by stone, looking down to a valley which cupped a silver lake. A river snaked from the hills, falling from the side of the slate bothy which held the window. Hills rose beyond the lake, blocking out the landscape beyond. The week … Continue reading #BothyBagging – Warnscale Head
After extracting myself from my soaking waterproofs and boots, and spreading my waterproof trousers out along the sill and weighing them down with a rock, I peered out of the misted window. Clouds rolled through the lonely valley and the grass glistened in the rain.