Day: October 30, 2025

We rolled into the Highlands late morning, the sun still clinging to the tree line as if reluctant to rise. By noon, a chill had already settled in. The kind of northern cold that hints the season’s about to turn for good. Fox’s Den stood quiet on the lake’s edge, its reflection rippling in the grey water like something watching itself dream.Sly was already there, gear dialed in, the studio warmed by the wood burning…