Continuing our club tradition stretching over 20 years, May Day is often the time to take a step off the beaten track, in a wee tent or a cosy bothy (before the midges awaken.....).
Watching deer from the front door, red squirrels on the track, gathering wood in the gloaming, good fires, and late-night craik. The world sometimes seeming, in these isolated spots, to be ours alone.
Steve M, Dolly and I began at a surprisingly easy spot, with grateful thanks to the estate who keep the place available for all hillgoers, on condition it is not named. Some hectic domestic circumstances meant that this year, we just made up the itinerary as we went along.