The Scottish Highlands

 

I am running out of superlatives for this place! Still blessed with blue skies Mike and I set out for a long walk over two steep Munroes (the Scottish name for a mountain greater than 3000’). 

Up the glen, past this delightful waterfall, up the steep slope to the right of the picture and over what are called the 3 horns that you can just see in the wispy cloud then left to the top of the first Munroe, the second was another mile or so to the left out of the picture.

The views from the top were stunning. We sat at the top for half an hour trying to drink it all in. There is something very special about this place. Of all the sbig mountains I have seen around the world, even the Rocky Mountains and the Alps, this is up with the very best of them. Although not as spectacular there is a remoteness and raw beauty about this place that makes it quite different.

To the west the Outer Hebrides, Skye, Rona and Islay and then the fisured west coast hiding dozens of sea lochs.

To the south, east and north just mountains for mile after mile after mile. Ben Nevis just visible between two closer mountains about 30 miles away; not a house or sign of habitation in sight.

 Pure wilderness as far as the eye can see. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end; an emotional place to be.