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Working away in Edinburgh for the last few months, which had both restricted me getting out for a wildcamp and created the desire to do one whilst up there, I packed the bivvy bag for one of these business trips and sneaked out of the hotel one night, making my way up onto Arthur’s Seat as the sun set. I stayed away from the main summit area and in the dark looked for a tolerable pitch among the gorse. A dreich night, made tolerable mainly by the bottle of whisky carried up for the camp. The next morning, I made my way back down and into the hotel before everyone else was up.
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