Nestled deep in the heart of Britain’s wild spaces; beneath looming crags and on secluded shorelines, small shelters lie camouflaged against a backdrop of rock and earth. Flickers of amber glimmer in the darkness and the air is filled with the smell of wood smoke, funnelled down the glens by the cold winds of winter. These shelters, or ‘bothies’ as they are called in the United Kingdom, offer precious accommodation for those with a love of wilderness and a desire to explore.
I sat on a Vietnamese sleeper train and wrote a piece about 'Black Dots' for Avaunt Magazine. It was surreal re-living those cold Scottish winter nights whilst trundling through the humid Vietnamese countryside! You can check out the full piece by clicking here.