quiet, the grandiose moor
a weary walker sat alone
zap!, birdy got midge!
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Remembering an incident in Rannoch Moor, somewhere
close to Glencoe, Scotland. I was walking alone, quite
tired. As I had all the time in the world, I sat that to
rest and have a wee brew. I use an alcohol stove. These
are slow, but very light and make no noise at all. The
moors can appear to be wet deserts, with no apparent
life, except for the dreaded midge.
And yet, when you sit down and do nothing, it fills
with wee creatures, that were hiding from the strange
monsters humans are. Well, I suppose.
