Thursday, 4 October 2012

The Highlands

It was shortly after this I found myself neither here nor there. The climb in was endless, mostly carrying my bike but when I stopped to look up and see if I could trace the call of wild stags I was struck by the serenity of being absolutely in the middle of nowhere. The downhill back to what they call civilisation round these parts was awesome bar one unfortunate and rather sudden stoppage in a drainage ditch.

1 comment:

  1. best place in the world at this time of year