The Falls of Bruar

The sun and brightness in Moray gave way to the first drops of rain at Kincraig on the way south from Elgin.
At Aviemore , the Cairngorms and the Monaliadth mountains were wreathed in low swirling cloud with the odd peep of their snowy tops appearing through the mist.

The rain continued and the low cloud came creeping down the hillsides to tree level, with the dark green fir trees breaking the mist and contrasting vividly with the splendid display of golds, russets and brown in the woodland bordering the road.
There was no wind and the smoke of fires in the cottages rose straight up to mingle with the cloud.

We broke our journey at the House of Bruar, which was a mistake as it seemed everyone north of the Forth had the same idea. It always amazes me that an upmarket shopping complex which caters for the county gentry and set in the middle of nowhere, can attract such crowds of people.

While daughter #1 perused the discounted rails of clothes, I wandered up the path to the Falls of Bruar for today's blip.

And so home to his Lordship who had been getting his thrills being drenched in the hills with Biggar rain.

At least it was dry and warm in the car and we could appreciate the rain from behind the windscreen wipers.