The photograph I was hoping for was of Glen Coe in vivid autumn rust, and a Scots pine I had once spotted. Facebook Twitter Pinterest Winter view of Rannoch Moor at sunset. A few dead pines out on Rannoch Moor stand graphically, like staked antlers. November dawns often puddle the glen with cloud that, from height, hides the A82, the pylons, the bridges stapling the floes of Rannoch Moor. But just turning my back to the road and looking deep into the moor, I still found that wild and ageless place.

Source: The Guardian November 30, 2017 05:26 UTC