After yak rice, yak yogurt, yak and yak tea for dinner we call it a day – or actually it was called a day when the sun went down. 4 year old boy, 1 year old sister, Rolo and nana sleep on the grass behind the camera on the previous shot. Nicola and I sleep in relative luxury on a mattress of heather and horse skin. The cupboard is full of bread that Rolo spent half the evening making in the dark. During the night I kept banging my head on what I thought was wood in the bags behind us. In the morning, the presence of a yak hoof sticking out of the bag suggested that said wood might actually have been – you guessed it – sliced up yaks.