Alone not lonely

In 1989, I walked up the Atlatic Coast of Portugal from Sagres to Caminha just across the river from Galicia. It look me about 6 weeks and for half of the walking days, I spoke to no-one. One day, indeed, I saw more dolphins, pacing Northwards parallel to the coast, than people. I didn't find being clear of chatter the least bit of a bother, but I don't know if I'd be up for some of these stories:

• If you see nothing else this weekend and have 100 minutes to spare watch Stan Zuray remembering setting up in Alaska, getting burned out, eating fish, eating dog-food, eating dog, eating raven, surviving. 40 years later, he's still there. No car-chases, no snogging, crap camera-work, but rivetting.
• The challenge of true solitude. Being the long Winter caretaker and sole inhabitant of Star Island, NH: 43 acres and a massive hotel /retreat centre.
• The Lookout. Being a fire watcher in Flathead National Forest, MT
• Lighthouse keeper.
• Tristan da Cunha is looking for an agronomist.
• billy barr records the snow in Gothic, CO and has been doing it alone for 40 winters. Worrying climate change data.
• The Lost Gecko - C-saw. The desperate loneliness of depression.
• Same people: Talvisota in memory of the 400,000 Finns displaced of Soviet invasion of The Winter War of 1939-1940