Balquhidder on Ice for Lunch

As views go, while sipping some freshly heated soup, this takes some beating. Up in Glen Dochart, above Balquhidder (for the non-Scots/Scots-understanders that's Bal-Widder) en route to Crianlarich (though with no car at the other end we climbed to the mid point, then wandered back from whence we came (ish, there was an alternative track at one point that we followed instead)).

It was clear, crisp and icy, and just jaw-droppingly beautiful (and all within less than two hours from the city, it reminds me every now and then why I love living here so much).

Oh, and an unexpected Red Kite (I thought they all disappeared off elsewhere in the winter).

Does you good all that mountain air.