Out of the eight days on the track, this was probably the neatest tree.  Tramping along the Spey River, I saw it leaning  far out over the river, covered in unbelievably thick moss on all sides, up and down the entire trunk.  The tree screamed at me, "Climb up me", but I couldn't do it.  First off, my hands were so cold that I didn't know whether I could get my pack off or use my hands during a climb.  The main reason that I didn't climb it was that I would have damaged the moss on the tree trunk.  I know that the entire forest is covered in moss, but this tree was interesting enough that to climb out on it would have made me feel like a vandal.