After the rain

The Massan burn, at what I think of as the second cataract - the gorge climbs up to the flat glaciated hanging valley in a series of three giant steps. The road beside the third step is by far the steepest; I always feel I stagger into the valley like one arriving in a refuge.

This afternoon the sun shone on the water that was fairly roaring through the rocks after the incessant rain of yesterday. It wasn't warm, but it looked - and sounded - wonderful.