The Living Mountain

I thought of Nan Shepherd (the finest book ever written on nature and landscape in Britain) as I walked through Abernethy Forest, popped in at the green loch, passing the bothy and climbing Bhuchaille. The sun was out and the wind calm until it changed and I couldn’t see the top but walked in the footsteps of giants. Then a girl literally ran past me and I knew I had to keep going. I met her again at the foot of the hill, she was much younger and fitter than me (obv) but as a Londoner she was appreciative of the environment and I told her about Nan.