The freedom of nature
THE GENTLE ROAR as your stove flame ignites with a whiff of propane after a long, hard day. Ring ouzels calling from a nearby crag as you eat rehydrated bolognese. Watching the sun set from your high home for the night and retreating to your sleeping bag as the temperature drops. Lying with your head out of the tent, gazing into the dark depths of the universe, watching space rocks vapourise and satellites slide by on their endless orbits. Crawling outside at a silly hour to watch the dawn unfold and marmalade-coloured light flood the landscape. The first sip of coffee. And, despite the aching limbs, a feeling of contentment like no other. I spend a lot of time daydreaming of experiences like this. I even get to actually experience them…