I’ve slept late for me. It’s 6 45 before I open the van door to a blast of cool air. The ground as I step down is soft but the grasses are all silvered with frost. It’s absolutely still. Not a sound – at least not that I can hear. There is more than a glow in the eastern sky and I’m hurrying to get the camera set up before it gets too light. I’m using my new full frame Canon 5D4, a prince among cameras, capable of real depth of detail . With nothing moving I can open the shutter for as long as it takes:That dip where the sun is rising is where the track snakes its way along the southern shore of Loch Affric. The name, incidentally has nothing to do with Africa, but means “trembling” as in trembling grass. It then crosses the river and becomes a single track road which winds its way along the north shore of Loch Beinn a Mheadhoin – now dammed to power the big hydro station at Fasnakyle – until it reaches Cannich which, though a little village, has shops and a café.
Twenty minutes later the sun, which won’t hit the valley floor for another hour or more reddens the western sky and begins to touch the mountain tops:
Hi Dick.
You lead such a remarkable life and write in a most interesting way. Seren wyt ti!!
I love reading and seeing your photographs which describe your travels.
I’ve passed these on to a friend who’s learning Welsh with me and she’ll be thrilled with them.
Take care and don’t overdo it. Come back safe and sound to Cilycwm!
Diolch yn fawr. Jean xxx
Thank you so much for these warm comments Jean – much appreciated. I got back on Sunday but took a day to recover! I’m slowly getting the story of the week posted in sections.
Lovely photos to end your trip Dick
Another excellent adventure, beautifully described!