The Ring of Rannoch
It was the weather of a West Coast exile's dream. Cool, damp, and dull. We looked across the wastes of Rannoch Moor and I breathed deep the fresh air. What a place! "It looks like the set of a 1970s horror film," said my companion. "Screw this, I'm going to the pub." We were at the Kingshouse for a reunion and it seemed that only I wanted a walk. Just as well I like my own company. On Rannoch