Pictorial blethers

By blethers

Glow above the weir

The last of the sun catches the top of the hill above the weir on the River Eachaig on a bitterly cold afternoon. The wind from the east is the wind that will bring, apparently, more cold weather and perhaps some snow, but in this glen we are protected from it and the air is absolutely still. The more dramatic newspapers spotted in Morrison's this morning promise doom and destruction, hypothermia and hysteria, but this quiet afternoon is merely strikingly cold.

It is also quite hard to take sensible photos when you've just had an eye examination. I went out at 4pm wearing dark glasses after those stinging yellow eye drops that dilate the pupil, and it feels as if they'll never resume their normal dimensions or function. The phone showed me only the gold of the sunlight and the white foam of the weir, so that's what I'm blipping.

I wonder if we shall see any snow this time ...

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