I once had a buzzard pop out from some trees and glide serenley at head height, about a metre from me on a descent at Balblair. It must have been beside me for 20 or 30 metres. Afterwards i just had to stop, sit down and let the feeling wash over me. I don’t even know how to explain what i felt, euphoria isn’t quite right. At the risk of sounding like a pretentious ****, i would call it a feeling of one-ness?!?
Pretty much the most perfect moment of my life. It sounds lovely when i tell someone. But i know they will never be able to truly appreciate how amazing it actually was.