Fresh snow…

to very low levels in the Cairngorms this morning. I always understood this to be the temporary grave of Hugh Barrie, who died with a colleague, Baird, in the. blizzards of New Year 1928. He was reinterred some metres away in a spectacularly granite crowned grave, where one of his poems may be read.
‘So may I know
Even in that death that comes to everything
The swiftly silent swish of hurrying snow;
The lash of rain; the savage bellowing
Of stags; the bitter-keen-knife edge embrace of the rushing
wind and the still tremulous dawn
Will touch the eyeless sockets of my face; 
And I shall see the sunset and anon
Shay know the velvet kindness of the night
And see the stars.’
He was only 19 and Baird 22.