Ranches And Mansions

Back to the future West Highland Way…

Tents. They’re a home of a sort. We are creatures of comfort of course. Not used to sleeping so CLOSE to the outside world. Not used to NOT HAVING a slumberdown, goose feathered, body hugging mattress.

Tents are not Ranches And Mansions.

We may or we may not acclimatise. But either way, we’re stuck with them.

And there is a beauty in hearing the rain patter so close to your head without getting wet. A beauty in hearing a Tawny Owl close by. And the wind in the trees. Of being further from civilisation than usual.

I can overlook the little bit of aching, and the not quite enough sleep. It’s a price worth paying. See you tomorrow.