Had an abortive attempt at camping out this weekend. The whole trip was doomed from the start. I was 20mins up the motorway before realizing I’d left the walking poles at home. No poles = no shelter. Returned home picked them up. Drove up to Loch an Daimh. The rain started as I got into Glen Lyon. Canned the whole escapade based on wind speed and prevailing weather conditions. Not sure how the Contrail would have coped. Took a couple of photos then came home. One of those days where a walking partner would have helped share the misery, too much to bear alone though…

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