Top; Deer corpses, Glencapisp hunting Lodge, Lochinver, Scotland, middle; walker on the lower summit of Suilven.

Over the years I have developed the rather foolish habit of running down most of hills I find myself summiting. Its great fun and very quick getting down, but I suspect it’s not going to be great for the longevity of my knees. In this case though, it left plenty of time for a wee dip in the lock at the base of Sullivan followed by a sand castle building session. I love to imagine how harsh the winter winds have been over the thousands of years it’s taken to make beaches on these inland locks.