Visiting Loch Tulla

To Achallader recently, bleak in winter. Acres of wild, untamed tussocks, full of streams and standing water: no paradise this, but the neighbourless hardship of Rannoch. I would not choose to live here. But outside, a glimpse of Loch Tulla in the distance under a wind-tousled sky, moonlit clouds scudding past with soft rain, the snow-capped Blackmount behind: and I remember why this is the beginning of one of my favourite areas to visit in Scotland.