Receding to infinity

Well that 's how they looked, the trees, this damp afternoon - as if they would recede forever into the mist, green on grey, vivid green such as I never once saw in the past week on the dry hills of Crete.

Today was so typical of Argyll, and so unlike our holiday weather, that I wanted to be anywhere but here. But then I saw a red squirrel in the forest ...