Wonderful, wonderful Kinlochleven [
*]. I catch sight of it as I come round the hill. More importantly, I see the Way out of it too. I let out a celebratory wolf's howl[
*] and start whistling "Bad Moon Rising[
*]".

The tink, tink, tink, of walking poles on stone coming up behind me reminds me I'm not alone.
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