On Thursday evening I felt ill and stayed in bed all day Friday, which resulted in me missing a Fringe show in which a distant relative had a role. I also missed a Book Festival show on Saturday morning, but managed to go with Lindsey and JD to see Geoff Dyer in the evening. By Sunday I was feeling better, so headed for the hills with JD, camped at Garva Bridge, and slowly but surely walked up Geal Charn the next day. The early morning mist at Garva Bridge, built by General Wade, was atmospheric.
Morning mist at Garva Bridge