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Bothy

Bothy10 (1 of 1)
Druim Garbh

A week of nights by a crackling stove,whisky and dad jokes. The darkness of the woods outside splashed with a little candle light. The silence hardly broken at all.

The bothy
The bothy

 Each morning coffee, fry up  and wood cutting. An hours work to keep us warm all night.

An hours work
An hours work

   The glen, deep and dark with forestry, lacked a clear path out onto the hills. Our only option was a slog up steep contours between pines and deer fencing towards the snowy ridges above.

Bothy (1 of 1)
On the tops

    Frozen lochans,patchy snow and clear winter skies held sway over the West coast hills at first.

Bothy2 (1 of 1)
Winter hills

Paddy and Loch Shiel
Paddy and Loch Shiel
Bothy4 (1 of 1)
Ardgour

A strong cold wind made walking up high hard work but dropping back into the sunny woods felt like stepping into spring.

Glen Hurich
Glen Hurich

It had to rain. We could hear it falling on the tin sheet roof in the night. By morning the burns outside were roaring white with water off the hills above.

Weather on the hills
Weather on the hills
Bothy9 (1 of 1)
Meall Daimh

Days of mist and stillness followed. The wood seemed darker and quieter. The fire in the stove brighter.

 

 

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