I was dreaming about a strange scratching sound. Somehow I realised that I was awake... Mouse!  I put on my head torch and examined our food stash.  The little fella had nibbled through our carrier bag and had been munching into the bourbons... Bothies are simple shelters in remote places that are left unlocked to be used by climbers and walkers.  A night in a bothy...

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In a disused slate quarry, in the Lake District, a man opened a door and walked out carrying a tin of paint. The bothy, made of slate, was perfectly camouflaged against a background of slate. From a distance it looked like the man had just materialised. In the Spring, Alastair walked the coast to coast. I joined him for the first few days across the...

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