The lookout

As the afternoon grew gloomy with the approach of dusk, we arrived below the viewpoint above Stratheck. This is frequently the turning point of a walk that begins in Kilmun Arboretum, and we never meet anyone else there. Suddenly we saw the silhouette of a man on the hill, and, less obviously, more people and a dog on the path leading up to it. It was a real Tolkien moment in the gloaming.

Or maybe I just see too many movies.