We spent the weekend in the West Highlands where we were greeted by the sort of weather to which, over the twenty years we lived there, we became well accustomed - and it continued to rain for most of our visit. However, a bit of liquid sunshine has never prevented us from....
....getting out into the truly beautiful landscapes of that part of the world. Some of our time was spent wandering through the woodlands of the lower River Roy which, had the sun chosen to appear, would have been at their autumn best but I felt most at home when we....
....drove steadily higher and higher into Glen Roy and the trees fell away to reveal panoramic views of rolling open moorland around....
....the upper reaches of the glen. These days it is almost empty of human habitation but, after we had left the car and walked upstream along the winding, single-track road, we soon found signs of....
....the times when a much larger population lived here, in the days before....
....the arrival of these beasts, which still have possession of this land.
Seeing Glen Roy for the first time, albeit that the full magnificence of the views was obscured throughout our time there by incessant rain, brought back memories of my years as a geography teacher when the 'parallel roads' of Glen Roy - visible high on the hillside in the centre of this picture - were quoted as a classic example of ancient beach lines left as a glacial lake which once filled the glen rose to successive levels as the ice dams that held it back advanced up the valley.
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