Almost gone ...

An incredibly dreich day was once again redeemed by a walk, though only just! This is a little path in the Bishop's Glen between the upper forest road and the path round the loch - we'd been on the upper track to avoid a pestilence of dogs, having gone out foolishly just at the time when everyone takes their dogs round the glen before tea. I liked the fragile remnants of golden leaves on the tree and the burst of gold and brown on the foreground bracken - but I also liked the monochrome simplicity of the silver birch trees, now reduced to their winter severity.