Up mountains, through glens, past waterfalls, over marshes to see the orchids and dipper.


















I think we were lucky. The sun shone on us. The verdant mountains loomed, birds sang, brooks babbled and waterfalls fell like silken threads. Nature put on a parade just for our benefit. It was regaled in its finest.
The highlands were most welcoming. The pubs were full of musicians who welcomed people joining in. The ale flowed. The voices rang out. It was very merry.