Scotland Postcards 1

The air was cold as I made my way to the car, sleeping bag underarm. The pesky mice had been scuttling around the tent again, keeping me awake. Snuggling down in the car, I glanced up at the shadow of the mighty Ben Nevis towering over us. There were small lights dancing near the summit as climbers made their way up the imposing mountain in the dark, cold night. After a few fitful hours sleep, I awoke with a start. The full moon lit up the sky with an eerie glow whilst the climbers made their way down the mountain, safe and sound.