During the winter temperatures are rarely above zero and there’s no pubs for miles. In fact there’s literally nothing for miles.
If I’m after solitude I normally go for an extra long dump with the bathroom lights off; that normally sorts me out for a few hours if I’ve been feeling a bit discombobulated.
To be honest I do get the appeal of the retreat to a certain extent. To know that you are completely isolated on a rugged mountain, tens of miles from the nearest village must be a bit of a rush. You would certainly feel alive in the knowledge that you really were living on the edge physically and metaphorically.
It’s worth making a bit of an effort for views like these, I’m just not sure if I would go quite that far.
Maybe see you there?
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