After a wet night running in the forest near the Bealach among the bracken and the felled trees with only the moon for company, the naked runner arrived at the standing stone above Kintraw. Without changing pace he raised his head to cast an eye down the great blue of Loch Craignish towards his village. It was Sunday, only five days to get to Ardfern. If he hurried he would be there on time. The relay runners were setting off on Friday at 4pm from Craignish Point and running to Craignish Village Hall. Could he get to the village in time to meet up with them? he would certainly try his best.