Hut-tastic

It is desirable that a man live in all respects so simply and preparedly that if an enemy take the town... he can walk out the gate empty-handed and without anxiety.

Claire and I take a damp walk. Angus’ hut is holding out really well, but needs a sweep. We then work our way up the burn to the forestry pond. It’s incredibly lush and calm and beautiful. A stark comparison to the brutality of the clear fell.

Claire heads in for a night of festival-ing with Cheryl. I head to the airport, fly to Dublin, and stay in a nearby Airbnb. It’s humid, but comfortable. Early start tomorrow.