In a boggy western glen. 26/02/95
. . . and again. 26/02/95
. . . and inside it. 26/02/95 ~ Three nights here, of which the first two were seriously perishing (regardless of the apparent warm cosy glow), with only miserably frozen/sodden bogwood for the fire, but then came a great thaw, and the glen below flooded to an awesome extent, to not very far from the bothy door (over 300m from the river, normally, and 20m above it). Luckily my way home took me uphill.
