In Taynish Woods of Argyll - the winter seems to batter relentlessly in endless waves of wind and rain. Despite this there is incredible beauty in the colours of this season with the rust of bracken, emerald of moss, sage green of lichen carpeting the trees with an alternative foliage and the deep plum of old leaf litter. Even the wind is a source of enjoyment watching and listening to Ravens do their amazing tricks surfing the breeze and flying flipside over.
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A lockdown of mist
Mid December, west coast Scotland enters in own version of lockdown. Everything is a hazy shadow of its real self - half in this world and half in the next. A rare moment of brightness to realise its an inversion with the sun pressing down on the heavy blanket of mist. The gone.