Ryvoan bothy

A cosy night spent in the bothy with a guy from Germany and some of those old pesky mice for company. Woke up to the sound of scampering feet which soon turned into the sound of cloth being torn apart. Shone my full beam on the culprit to find the cute little thing gaily tearing into this guys brand new food panniers. I hung them up with my food bag hoping they hadn’t learned to climb walls but thankfully, after checking out the rest of the place it soon took its leave.
Packed up and walking by 8am with a beautiful breeze blowing through the trees. ‘‘Tis the time for mushrooms that’s for sure, never have I ever seen such abundance and variety of these weird and wonderful things.