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It had been a great and wild night, packed with many activities, some planned, many unplanned. With three pot-bellied stoves cranking out the heat, the company eventually fell silently into sleep, too tired for ghost stories tonight. Which is probably just as well, as the ghost stories of the wild west are particularly gruesome.
Rising early on Saturday (was I last up again?) we all breakfasted, cleared up and prepared for our day's walk on the hill. Porridge, bacon, rolls, cheese, jam - a veritable feast was consumed, devoured, enjoyed.
A couple of final group shots, taken in the lovely garden round the back and we bade the böd farewell...
