THE ONLY STIPULATIONS I’ve imposed upon myself whilst working my way round the Corbetts is that I want to camp and I MUST have views (a big ask, given our reliably unreliable Scottish weather). Day outings to the Munros were great, but to just go up and down never felt enough. I’d wanted to linger at summits, holding on to those feelings of release and that euphoric joy of life that seemed to flood through every atom of my being. When I’m cutting about in the mountains all senses heighten: colours appear more vibrant; sounds amplify; and smells of the earth, rocks and even the air around me fill into my nostrils gifting the notion of clean living and wellness. Nothing matters when I’m up high. Troubles melt away. But I remind myself it’s all a balance.
LESSONS IN PERSPECTIVE
It seems to be part of the human condition that the more we get, the more we want. I certainly feel this way about mountain time
