We travelled North and West a few days ago, heading right through the heart of the Cairngorms, the high cold heart of Scotland. Here the Blue Hag of Winter has her home, and here she makes her last stand against the rising light and warmth of Spring. The air is stubbornly cold with snow and ice still clinging to the mountains
The thin air seems to suck the snow from the high ridges, weaving it into clouds of liquid light. This field of cairns seems to stand watch over the glowing waters of the loch far below. After this point the road begins to drop down into the softer warmer glens on the western side of the Cairngorms. A place to be thankful for having made it this far across terrain which claims many lives each winter. A place to appease the mountain spirits if you are travelling the other direction, for here you cross into the territory of the Mountain Cailleach.
a few glens and ridges later we had dropped down to sea level and we passed Eilean Donan Castle wreathed in golden daffodils beside the salty waters of the sea lochs. We had reached the west coast and were nearly at the end of our journey, the beautiful village of Plockton in Wester Ross. Spring was waiting for us, but winter still clung with all her heart to the mountain tops, as she is want to do.