Mountain, Moor and Loch

The man enjoys a moment of rare peace. As he gazes over Rannoch Moor to a distant Ben Nevis he realises that it's the last day of May, the summer holiday only a month away. He laughs in the face of work and its endless, pointless hassle - it cannot reach him here. A phone would be useless too - there's no signal here. He has not met a single human all day - only a few deer, grouse and plover. He thinks he really should do this more often.