Having lingered longer than I had intended, lulled and lured into rest, I turned to retrace my route back to the dam. The long gloaming of a Scottish autumn evening gave me enough light to see my way, but lacking a torch, I didn’t delay on my return, covering in an hour what had taken me three outward bound. The calm conditions continued, and it was with only a little reluctance that I left the water back by the dam and returned to the campsite in Cannich for a hot meal, feeling deeply content and refreshed.
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