Lonely, but not alone. Late this evening, back from the farm, once again we're treated to the spectacle of cloud feathers in the night sky. Our wee camp with its cosy motorbikes and the silent tents, peacefully reclined by the dark trees on the deserted field. In the distance parade the silhouets of Druim Fada, Carn nan Caorach and Cadha Mór.

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