I couldn't help but notice, last weekend over in Torridon, that Gail was taking rather a lot of photographs and most of them did not include me.
In response to my quizzical (and slightly offended) look, she said this:
"Oh but Bertie isn't it all so magical? The snow on the mountain tops and rich late autumn colours aglow in our ever changing gentle northern light."
All well and good, I thought, but what about material for my blog?
And then I reminded her of the fine photo she had taken en route to Torridon, and that magical places come in many different guises…
