Big sky

A grey, quiet afternoon as the light goes on Stratheck, below us as we walk. A bird - a Great Tit? - is seesawing its song in the woods behind us. The snow is still white and crunchy in the open lengths of the track, but under the trees there is no sign of it on the pine-cone strewn brown earth. We meet two people and four dogs, but it is a peaceful walk which makes us feel we could be alone in the world.