![]() I walked across the vast undulating plateau, past reindeer herds, to the summits of the highest peaks and to sparkling blue lochs, where, without another soul in sight, I swam naked, just like Nan. It was a struggle when the only highlight was a small piece of chocolate for pudding. My calculated rations consisted of eggs or porridge for breakfast, with carrot and potato stew for dinner. Nan’s mountain world taught me the importance of connecting with my surroundings, to take time away from technologyĮach morning, I collected water from springs and lit my rusty camping stove behind a sheltered rock. From here, I would set out each day with a map, visiting places Nan described so beautifully in her book. ![]() ![]() ![]() Weighed down by old equipment, I walked for five hours to the Cairngorm plateau from the closest village of Aviemore, setting up camp in a vast glacial gulley in the shadow of Cairn Gorm mountain, my home for the next 17 nights. Elise shelters behind a rock to cook dinner. ![]()
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