
I envied the team of three climbers kitting up in the dark in Glencoe, the sowy peaks behind them already touched by the first light of day shining in brilliant contrast to the valley.
The Blackmount is white. A photographer had his medium format camera mounted on a tripod near the road, in front of the lochans of Ranoch Moor, presumably waiting to catch a tinge of pink on the reflected mountains behind.
I drove on heading to Glasgow, leaving the highlands for another week.