Glen Massan

So many of my recent photos have been of the mouth of Glen Massan, taken from the surrounding countryside, but today, with friends, we walked all the way to the farm at the end of the road proper, treading gingerly on the dark stretches of road left by the few cars that go up here. By the time we'd decided it was time to head back, the temperature had dropped noticeably, the snow was decidedly crunchy, and the black, wet road had become hideously slippery.

We made it, of course - but it's a tiring business skipping from snow patch to snow patch and keeping upright in the process!