I’ve spent the last two months volunteering on a nature reserve called Beinn Eighe. Decided to conclude it with a 26km walk along the mountain face it was named after. Started walking at 5am, caught a great light show on the way up, but around the 3rd peak we hit severe fog. I could no longer follow my map and I’ve never harm so disorientated, at one point standing amongst the debris of the crashed Lancaster bomber, I’m sure the route I was aiming for went off a sheer cliff. Sensibly we went back on our tracks and took the first safe route down to sea level. We ended up miles from where we wanted to be, soaked to the skin, having walked for 10 hours. Good fun.

Then the earth shook and trembled; the foundations also of the hills moved and were shaken, because he was wroth. And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness his secret place; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies. At the brightness that was before him his thick clouds passed, hail stones and coals of fire. - Psalm 18

There’s something biblical about the Lancaster.