In the 1970s I came each year with my family to Scotland for a month in the summer holidays - as my dad was/is a passionate walker. One year we stayed in the gamekeepers house in Glen Feshie, with no running water and no electricity- it was huge I remember counting 24 rooms and I vividly remember walking 10 miles to the end of Glen Feshie - rewarded with 3 or 4 golden eagles circling above us and hundreds of deer, their antlers silhouetted against the sky on the hillside, we saw not a soul. So week one of our four week holiday in Scotland (postponed a year due to lockdown) had to be close to the Glen. Not only did I want to visit a childhood memory, we were also intrigued to see the impact of 14 years of rewilding.

The Glen is stunningly beautiful and we saw noisy crossbills in the tops of the pines, one on lookout and two golden eagles - one we watched for ages as it hunted along the hillside - not one deer was spotted. We were intrigued to see the large, poisonous, brain like false morels along path in the woods and we loved the banks of wood sorrel and wood anenome, primroses and among the scree, vetch and alpine lady's-mantle.The birches look enchanting at this time of year, their shimmer of green leaves just appearing - for us Londoners coming here gives us double spring.

The walk was made easy by the paths maintained (I presume) by the Glen Feshie estate, which wound over moorland through old caledonian pine woods, across grassland with individual birch and old pine trees and next to the fast flowing river Feshie - a delightful variety. The 'streams' were reasonably easy to ford, a pine had fallen (or been placed?) across one, just above the path and it was easy to use this to cross. The path has been washed away by the river or by landslide in a couple of places, but it was straight forward to use the small but sometimes steep paths which have been forged by walkers before us.

We finished the walk at the bend in the river just before the landslide - if we were fitter it would have been nice to have continued on. Looking back it was satisfying to have reached a point where the glen had narrowed having started out in such a wide valley. While several people passed us on route, most were going up to the tops so it seemed we had the glen to ourselves. Magnificant.