At four in the morning, far from civilization on an island in the Inner Hebrides, I woke to the drumming ... nestled between rugged hills dotted with red deer, wild goats, bog cotton, and foxglove.

At four in the morning, far from civilization on an island in the Inner Hebrides, I woke to the drumming ... that should be allowed to remain wild. As Orwell put it, un-get-at-able.