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       Copyright

      William Collins

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      First published in Great Britain by William Collins in 2018

      This William Collins paperback edition published in 2019

      Copyright © Graham Hoyland, 2018

      Photographs © Individual copyright holders

      Cover fur © Photoshop

      Jacket design by Jack Smyth

      Graham Hoyland asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988

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      Source ISBN: 9780008279523

      Ebook Edition © May 2018 ISBN: 9780008279516

      Version: 2019-05-01

       Praise for Yeti

      ‘Illuminating and entertaining’ The Times

      ‘A thorough and highly enjoyable round-up of current “cryptid credibility” written by someone with much Himalayan experience’ Literary Review

      Praise for Graham Hoyland

      ‘A towering work full of twists and turns’ Independent

      ‘Great book, great vision’ Brian Blessed

      ‘This richly enjoyable book will entertain you on one page, enrage you on the next and make you get your walking boots on the third. I think it’s the most effective advertisement for the countryside I’ve ever encountered’ Daily Mail

      A Times Book of the Week

       Dedication

      To the seekers after truth

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Praise

      Dedication

      Introduction

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

      Footnotes

      Bibliography

      Index

      Acknowledgements

      Picture Credits

      About the Author

      Also by Graham Hoyland

       About the Publisher

       Introduction

      October 2016

      The footprints in the snow were large, bigger than a human’s, with clearly defined toes. There was no sign of claw-marks. These prints looked as though they had been made only minutes before we arrived. I shivered and glanced around the deserted valley. We were the first Westerners ever to see this place, and we really hadn’t meant to come here.

      Our expedition was in trouble. We had been trying to reach Gangkar Punsum, the world’s highest unclimbed mountain. This lies on the Tibetan border in Bhutan, the Himalayan kingdom to the east of Kathmandu which is rarely visited by Westerners. The weather had been the worst in living memory, with rain or snow on every single day since leaving Thimpu, the capital. On day three, our packhorses were attacked by wild bees, and then our leader had suffered a back injury and was now lying in a crude shelter in the jungle four days behind, tended by our doctor. Our problem was that the high pass we had just crossed was now closed to our yaks by heavy snow. We couldn’t retreat that way, and the passes towards the mountain were closed too. We were trapped, and the 25 yaks only carried supplies for three weeks. We had to get out before winter set in. As the five remaining Westerners, we could have attempted to re-cross the pass, leaving the yaks behind, but as acting leader I was unhappy about splitting the party even further. We had to stay with our tents and food. We also had a whole yak-herder family with us, including a young mother nursing an 8-month-old baby, so it was clear that we had to sink or swim together.

      I asked our yak-herder Namgay Tsering for advice, and it was then that he told me of a lost valley that might provide a route back to civilisation,

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