The long drive north felt like an escape. Regions all around the North of England were being placed in tier three Covid restrictions, and it looked like South Yorkshire would be soon to follow. In just a few days time, staying overnight away from home would once more be banned, but right now, the going was good even if the forecast was sketchy. It was to be a wild camping trip, easier to do in these days of local lockdowns than booked accommodation. Torridon, and specifically Loch Maree, brought a promise of space and solitude but without the rigors of a solo trip with portages and self-shuttling such as the Inverpolly circuit. Travelling across the Pennines and passing the Trossachs, the richness of the autumn landscape constantly tempted me to stop, but I had a deadline to meet, needing enough light to reach the islands and set up camp before nightfall. Sun and light airs gave way to encroaching rain through the Cairngorms. When I reached Slattadale, heavyweight clouds …
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