On the shores of Loch Nevis, neatly tucked into the sweep of a genteel landscape lies Sourlies bothy. On location it seems more like a Beatrix Potter scene, I was half expecting to see Mrs Tiggy Winkles hanging up washing as I flung open the bothy door! But alas, underneath the fairy tale veneer lies an austere mountain wilderness. To reach Sourlies it entails a journey of over 11 miles of contorted and untamed land. But here is where things get interesting - bothy trips these days are hard to plan and don't happen that often, however at the end of December 2021 all the planets appeared to be in perfect alignment, game on! Just to enliven proceedings, by necessity we had to take in our own fuel. Also due to the precarious covid situation I thought it would be prudent to take a tent. The upshot being - monstrous kits. Our purgatory was our recreation or as I have often said 'enjoyment is retrospective'. I thought my kit was pretty trim at 34lb but then there was the tent at...