Men dispersed over the earth may have been a thing in HDT’s day, but today, and especially in this densely populated central belt area, we are crammed together, very rarely alone, and true wilderness or wildness feels, and is, a million miles away. The plantations of the west and into the south are bare, the trees felled, the ground depressingly used up and industrial remains, well, remain. Pipes and plastic, discarded bits of metal. Damn I need to explore the Highlands.

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