I have a second hand experience of the Heights from two people very close to me…

…Who were invited…INVITED to the mountains by men of the DRZ (no vowels allowed. f’ing censorship) for a night.

They both had an amazing time. A gorgeous meal. Lots of laughs and stories…rounded off with sitting on the balcony at dusk firing lots of (f)arms (not awkward to say but not say!!!) across the valley to the mountains opposite.

Mr Igan just reminded me of this. And Ramadan…that seemed to happen a bit too often in my former life :o)