Can you remember when we went swimming right in the middle of absolutely nowhere (Scotland) it was a horribly hot day, we were walking through a warm and muggy forrest, then Marian and I notice that Karl had disappeared, somewhere up ahead, you'd come to a to lake, stripped off and jumped in,  when we caught up we stood watching and grumbling about men just being allowed to do that, and how unfair it was, then after a bit of watching Karl luxuriate in the coolness of the lake, Marian suddenly stripped down to nickers, and carefully slipped into the water, the look of relief on her face. Carl was laughing and  the dogs got in. I (the religious prude) sat on a near by rock and watched them,  the slashing, the laughter Boris and Scruffy paddling about grinning. I was baking and steaming, fully clothed and bright red and I swear, about to burst, did I mention suffocation, I watched and watched. We were miles from anywhere and covered by a forest, the lake was miles wide, I thought "we all know each other so well what blooming difference does it make" much to Scruffy's approval I whipped my clothes off and got in, back strokes, front stroke paddling with the dogs, we laughed at our desperate situation and the lengths we'd gone to survive the heat, but it was the freedom as well, this is the Karl and Marian that I enjoyed, the fun, the free thinking, doing, couple who's extacy was life, and living it their way. After a while  we settled down to floating and admiring the distant mountains upon which there was a tiny bit that twinkled in the sunlight glittering occasional sparkles which we took for a tiny mountain waterfall, so I took a break got out onto a rock found my binoculars with the expectation of a beautiful sight,  about 50 people with the glittering lens of binoculars were looking back, then out of nowhere appeared a couple who started setting up a tripod with camera to photograph us, a few choice words left my lips and they scampered off. We got out got dressed and carried on with our walk cooler fresher with two happy dogs, wet hair wet fur. I was outraged at the time but these days when I think back now I laugh. I went back to Huddersfield and Karl and Marian went back to living their dream life, always interesting and intreging and always in the wilderness. 

1996/7: Glentrool about half way up Lich Trool from Caldons campsite. (Karl)