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Wednesday 6th March 2019
Cynthia Spey (with introduction by the editor)
1991 on the banks of Loch Sunart.
The weather had been perfect with clear blue skies by day and wonderful sunsets by night. On one particular night, but I'll let Cynthia tell the story...
"We stood in the customary circle on the shore, on the night of the full moon, reiterating our constant desire for a quiet night and a perfect end. A moon of huge and astonishing proportions suddenly appeared, filling the whole sky with its presence and painting a blinding path across the sunset-coloured loch from the mountains on the horizon to the waters gently lapping at our feet. It was an awesome sight and the total silence and stillness created a magical scene that was quite uncanny. As our prayers ended, we were constrained to creep noiselessly away so as not to break the spell."
Back home Cynthia closed her diary with these words, "I wrote these notes under difficulties. We were housed in tents, on long wet grass, and I had to write in the tent by torch light, in rocking buses, perched on windy walls whilst waiting for ferries."
"It was an exhausting trip, covering a lot of territory, much of it on foot, and it took me a week to recover. But it was a great adventure, and I wouldn't have missed it for anything."