I am just back from the middle of nowhere: A9 to Kingussie, through Kincraig and Feshiebridge, hang a right, four kilometres of single track to the Glen Feshie Hostel and accompanying communication blackout.
iphone: “No Service” *panic*
So, instead of obsessive email and facebook checking or post-a-daying, I spent a day at a different pace: Whole conversations, a long, leisurely dinner at a long table, mountain air and a night of visible stars.
I wasn’t there long enough to lose the unease of being incommunicado. Waving my phone near the windows, hoping for a bar of coverage. However, I got a glimpse of life without the internet.
I could cope.
As long as there was great company. And a cheeseboard.