Walking in the Mamores: three Munros in the mist (second post)
Last updated on 10th May 2010
I'm woken by a particularly loud owl hoot close by. "HOOO. HER-HOOO". And again. And again. Becoming more distant. I lie listening to the dawn chorus. There are voices in it that we don't get at home. It's a bit after five in the morning and I feel I've slept well. Content. Lovely down sleeping bag and a sleeping mat. Gosh camping can be a lot more easy than when I was a kid.