but seductive as well. because who wouldn't do this, if they could? enjoy this kind of rugged solitude from the comfort of a warm, inviting 17th century lodge. warm one's legs by the fire. play a little snooker, enjoy a single malt or two, the substantial game meal, maybe another whiskey perhaps, contemplate the mysteries of the universe under a starry sky and then to sleep into the arms of as bringer of death. the morning ♪ stephen and adrian keep calling it the hill, but that ain't no hill i ever seen. it's a behemoth, an endless range of behemoths, one mountain giving way to a moor, then giving way to another mountain then moor, then moor, then moor.