A first blog post on this, my new website. A dull day, perhaps, but the late autumn light is vivid indeed, as Ruth and I drove out by Roy Bridge to Fersit



the larches have lost most of their needles by now, but those that remain stand out sharply against the invariant green of the other plantation conifers



the odd silver birch still clings on to its leaves



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Fersit Lodge, above, and below is a fairy dell of moss-encrusted trees. Not everything green in winter is coniferous…



we turned back at the end of Loch Treig. There was a clear indication of rain moving up from the south