“The irony of walking alone, anywhere, is that you spend most of your time looking down. You’re watching your feet move, stepping stones in a steady rhythm, but then you’re not really looking. You can hear yourself breathing, but your mind keeps drifting off. Dreaming of some place elsewhere. It is when you’re out here, you mostly think of home and when home, you long for places like these.” 
Cairngorms, Scotland 2017.