Southern Highlands - streapadair

On Beinn a'Chroin, looking east, Ben Vorlich and Stuc a'Chroin in the distance.

mid-day

~ After more than 16 hours on an Caisteal it was time for a change of view. In deep untrodden snow, crusted where the sun had reached and powder where it hadn't, it wasn't easy going but I was in no hurry, and the extraordinary conditions were there to be savoured.

By the time I had ploughed my way over to a'Chroin's east top, something - what? sensory overload? surfeit of splendour? sadness that no-one else had been there to witness what I had witnessed? - had left me emotionally drained, a reaction as unexpected as my shrinking from the lovely dreadful eclipse.

And I grew wistful, in the certainty that I would never experience a night like that again.

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