It happens to all of us most of the time these days. You look in your calendar and something’s missing, someone has stolen your time. I was sure I could squeeze a few days on the hill in before August, just two or three days, nothing extravagant. Yet everywhere I look I have appointments and things to do. I’m sure there used to be more days in July than there are now.
When you are a child, I read somewhere, time drips slowly past, when you become an adult that drip turns into a waterfall. I’m petrified I’m going to turn round one day as something rushes past, “What was that? Oh, my life! Shit I missed it.”
Then an idea occurs to me, a way of getting a quick fix of solitude before I head to Edinburgh and spend August amongst the mad maelstrom of the Festival Fringe. I live in Inverness, right in the heart of the heart of the Highlands and I’ve always thought how easy it would be to walk in to a bothy on a summer’s evening and come out the following morning having had a night of peace but still able to get work done the following day.
I’ve thought about doing this, planned it even, but have I done it, of course not, I’ve put it on the “things to do” shelf, along with buying a canoe and writing a novel, and left it gathering dust. Now is the time.
Read more and see the photos here
https://johndburns.wordpress.com/2014/07/29/commuting-to-solitude/ 
