It has been a while since I was totally lost. The last time I was on the mountains I could always see where the end was, which greatly helped after my accident. It gave me comfort when my heart was beating fast and my head was not working properly. Being unable to see is so unsettling and confidence draining. That time on Ben Dorain was completely overwhelming and I was really grateful for meeting those other walkers, otherwise I’d probably still be walking in the wilds of Rannoch with someone else’s dog.
Maybe I’d have to live there in a cave or a shelter I’d be forced to build. Don’t fancy my chances of getting food there though. Wasn’t it there that a guy died trying to live a Bear Grylls inspired lifestyle? I remember the media neglecting to mention his mental illness and blaming survivalist shows like his or Ray Mears. Still I was lucky, and the times since, twice I can recall not being able to find my way rather than being completely lost, I’ve turned around. Too much responsibility now to take stupid risks. I always want to return to my family too much.