There are days when you just have to embrace the bleakness.
Tentsmuir was shrouded in mist, no views today. It was quite eerie hearing invisible dogs barking, and the gunshots from across the water were muffled.
I like the pared down, stark beauty you get on these days, like the birch cones against the sky.
It troubled me that someone had dropped citrus peel at regular intervals for a long length of the path. Leaving a trail, I guess – but just rubbish to the rest of us.