A wee walk in the hills while winter still lingers. At one point I was woken by bright moonlight shining in my eyes, and was more than a little surprised to see a large stag inspecting me from less than ten metres away; I bravely lay very still (rigid with fear) and eventually drifted off to sleep.

(the Culra Bothy has an as-yet unresolved asbestos problem, hence sleeping outside)