In The Hills

Our friend arrived today and after a quick cuppa, we set off up into the hills. We walked up to a crash site of an old wartime plane, where the wreckage is still strewn about. There is also a memorial set up to the men that died there and we drank a toast and gave thanks to those that gave their lives.
This is Brodie and Fionne waiting for us as we made our descent. As the sun was setting, the colours in the sky, lochs and the grasses deepened. It was magical.