Dalwhinnie

On the way North to Inverness we had to stop for Diesel at Dalwhinnie. At the edge of the forecourt a young girl had stopped and was taking great delight in gathering snow into her hands, forming it into balls and throwing them. I told her she looked like she was really enjoying herself and she replied that although she was 35 she'd never seen snow before because she was from Australia. She then tootled off in a rather tinny looking car to go over the moors to climb Ben Nevis.