Unfortunately my girlfriend was caught up with work, and so there were 3. We made camp in good time, and found a place not far off the beaten track. Regulars to the Cairngorms will know where. It's nice to camp under trees, a novelty. Andy has a clever homemade windshield made of ripstop nylon that slots into the two pole ends not used once his SL3 is up. It makes a fun and useful kitchen area. Mulled wine was concocted, dinner was eaten, and the temperature plummeted.
It started to snow. Only a little, but cutting horizontally under the canopy. We retreated inside the teepee tent and out of the windchill.
Later, we explored the small area around camp. We found bedraggled prayer flags and future hidden pitches on unassuming baby ridges, all the time shepherded by grand and silent Scot's Pine. Walking, chatting, taking photos, we were soon toasty warm. The moon emerged and stars twinkled.
The snow made our passage on the heather unearthly, spongy soft. We bounced around as if gravity had lessened somehow, smiling to ourselves. The land felt benevolent, the scene intimate. Bright moonlight reflected on partially polarised vegetation. Someone came from the bothy to welcome us in. We declined as we were enjoying being outside, but were struck again by the generosity and camaraderie of people when in the mountains. The pipes played on.
Go softly, thanks for reading, here's to 2013.