Hello all & welcome to the last gathering of the #CoReadingVirus group read of Nan Shepherd's #TheLivingMountain. To start with something I've long found very hard to come by, even when times are good, "Sleep"...
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...Nan writes beautifully in Chapter 10 abt her habit of sleeping out in the mountains & the revelations that come to her when so doing; "moments of quiescent perceptiveness", the drumming of snipe, a roe deer glimpsed & other "mis-spellings"/enchantments of outdoor sleep...[2/3]
...my first question is whether you have spent memorable nights (or days) sleeping out, under canvas or under a sky "as bland as silk"? If so: where, when, what happened that has stayed with you since & what do you recognise in Nan's descriptions of "nights out of doors"?
