Author blog of William A. Young; journeys through the mythology of the northern fringes of Europe
I try to get in one big winter trip, every year, just to remember what a proper frost feels like. It’s not long now until I’m off on the next one, back out into the winter in the western highlands. Here are a few more shots from last time, when the sky was clear and the ground was covered in frost. This time, it sounds rather more like it’ll be hiking through snowstorms…
Looking back to Bridge of Orchy, and the heights of Beinn Dorain. The mountain walls off the old pagan shrine of the Tigh-nam-Bodach from the well-travelled valley below.
Glen Kinglass, with its old woods and its new woods, and the Etive mountains behind it.
Looking back to the Lyon hills, over the woodlands that fringe Loch Tulla.
Following the Old Military Road over Rannoch Moor.
Glen Etive from the mountain pass of the Lairig Gartain, stretching off into the distance.
The Etive River, lined by frost.
Looking back, this trip created so many amazing images. It’s partly the place, and partly the luck of the weather; winter seldom sees such blue skies in this part of the world. Fingers crossed fortune will favour us again, this time…