I'm sitting by a driftwood fire, miles from the nearest people, thirty feet from the sea, my tent pitched on the dunes behind me. I'm drinking red wine from the bottle (hey, if I can be bothered to carry it...) with two dogs curled up a few feet away (they did 22 miles yesterday, and spent most of today in the sea) and I haven't seen so many stars above me in a decade. The lighthouses on the Hebrides are glowing across the Minch, and, for now, all is well with the world. N.B. The Blackberry does not necessarily enhance one's sense of isolation.