More torch-based mischief

The night sky was clear and dark, and the temp gauge was reading -1 deg C, so obviously that's the time to go and stomp about a stream of icy cold water running off the Lammermuir Hills, over 1000ft above sea level.

However LeeAnne and I are made of stern stuff.

My main concern was that one of us would slip and end up with a wet arse, the fate of our cameras, should they topple never crossed my mind... At one point an owl flew over her head but she was totally oblivious calm, collected and professional enough to keep a hold of the shutter release cable.

All good fun. Thanks.