08 Now we are above White Bennan looking over towards the Rig of the Jarkness and Craignaw (near the top right hand corner of the picture), the day is looking good and I am not quite an hour and a half into it. The views are spectacular all day from now on until you come down off the tops and it is a joy to be alive. When you head onto the hill, on a day such as this and on a route such as this, the sense of anticipation mixed with freedom of action and freedom from all social restraints and inhibitions seeps through to your soul. Subtle things then go on between you and the landscape almost as though you are like a filter through which the landscape experiences itself with joy in it's heart. Try to verbalise this experience or take possession of it consciously in any normal human controlling kind of way and it is gone. The trick is to just humbly be in the landscape, and the experience may seem like no more than the inarticulate residue of a big dream in rememberence, but one you cannot shake off.
This is also the way to handle a good malt whisky too of course in spite of what all the "experts" say with all their trumpeted opinions.