Land’s End to John O’Groats

In which we tick off an item from the Bucket List

Bradan à linne fiadh à frìth craobh à coille [Salmon from the pool, deer from the moor, tree from the wood] from ‘Hymns to a Young Demon’, by Aonghas MacNeacail

We had spent a great amount of yesterday evening eliminating the midges from inside our tent: there had been huge swarming clouds of them, and if we opened the zips even a crack they would be unerringly inside. We woke to the same clouds of biting insects trapped between the tent inner and the flysheet.

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