September travels

7 am, on a very cold September morning.  I am travelling with a young man called Phil, and we have been driving all night.  As the daylight strengthens, we see this magnificent 18th Century Barracks on a Scottish hilltop.  Stopping, we find the gates are open, and the place, deserted and windswept, is ours to enjoy..
On our way to a Drum Dance, in an adventure, new things, new ideas, no feeling that the year is ready to die quite yet