Scotland Postcards 2

Sitting in the cold tent, my breath visible a noise grabs my attention making me look up from my book. The hooting of an owl, far off in the distance makes me smile. The inky black sky is silent other than the sound of that one lonely owl, it is a beautiful reminder that we are living in the wild for a short time. As I drift back to my book losing myself in mountains and climbing, the sound of another owl in the opposite direction catches my ear, how perfect.