Myself and my mate Frazer were asleep in bags on the floor. July 1989. About 3am.
The door groaned open, scraping across the stone floor, someone came stomping in and pulled a chair along the floor. I heard them sit down and clump off their boots. I switched on my headlight to say hello. My mate Frazer was already sitting up in his sleeping bag with his light shining onto the chairs around the still glowing fire. The room was empty. Nothing had been disturbed. The door was still on the latch. We both legged it outside to see if anyone was there. The moon was up. The Knoydart sky was bright with stars. No-one on the path. Nothing. Utter silence.
Someone had came in - of that we were both certain. We were both woken by the same noises. It was the room we were lying in.... No trace of anyone. We didn't sleep for the rest of the night. Never went back to Glen Pean Bothy. Very eerie.
That's all.
- had just finished the passage where he shelters in a bothy at Strathchailleach on the his walk up to Cape Wrath. For anyone who hasn't yet come across it, a great read about 'wilderness places' in which Scotland features large.
