Looks like I timed my Kintail trip just right, as a week later LAMM competitors were running around the same tracks that I was trying to look all dramatic and windswept on. Good choice of location, and there would have been some tired legs at the event campsite with the amount of ascent and descent.
That wee wildcamp has kept me well-fed since I got back, there’s been clear skies, golden sunsets and even a full moon, but none of it has pulled me back up the tops (until tomorrow anyway). It’s odd that, we never got close to completing the original mission, but somehow everything about it hit the spot.
Jings, I wish I could bottle whatever magic vapours were in the breeze over that lochan.