Rebekah Drummond writes about her local crag, Dunkeld, in Perthshire...
Driving through the village at night to claim my few hours of solace amongst pine and rock, a soft glow emanates from steamed up windows of houses that I can't afford. The bare carpark is a far cry from the summer scenes. Just me, the ghosts, and the dark. I wave my head torch violently, making sure there are no monsters lurking. Feeling spooked and only 10m from my rusty Passat, I consider bailing back to my warm house and family.
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