Beady eyed I kept a watch out for jumping fish… Can’t wait to get the rod out and catch us some fresh campfire dinner! A very exciting prospect indeed. Disappointingly we’ve not clocked any fish yet, only eels… Blergh! We’re not in Margate! … Squelchy footed we made our way upwards through the steeply cut oppressive walls of the gorge to the moody, and ominous feeling high forest above, cloaked in swirling mist. A very strange place, you’d often hear echoes of distant sounds that couldn’t possibly be there, the acoustics playing tricks on you, alone together up in the wilderness… Erie!