Snatched ...

Stir-crazy no more! Although today was characterised by an increasingly biting wind and driving hail/sleet/snow showers, there was also a small window around 1pm which found us at the viewpoint above Puck's Glen. We'd driven through heavy sleet and walked through swirling snow as the tall trees creaked alarmingly in the woods around us; we'd twice had to duck under a tree half-fallen across the track. (One, two, three ... What good does that do us if it falls? ... No survivor guilt) 


I've taken this view so often, but today, with our long shadows spreading below us and the next blizzard heading down Glen Massan, it was special.